CLARENCE FEATHER
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(Name) was on the porch of The House— a whore house— smoking weed with some of her hooker friends.
She saw Clarence and whistled at him, smiling coyly.
She was wearing low-riding shorts, and a skimpy orange top, a small ring in her belly button.
Clarence looked at her and walked over, looking at her top and pretending he was interested in what was under it.