Claire Lemon Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Know Your Meme

I nevr feel disillusioned in Lemon-Grove. Its streets swtch moods like the film line: "I could just disappear." So many romantic memories mix with concrete and neon lights. And yeah, I'm kinda sarcastic about the chaos. But that's what makes it real, ya know?

Fiery car crash in Lemon Grove narrowly misses homes