This is my bet. I'm guessing Clum didn't realize the jacuzzi had a turd in it before he jumped in. Now he's demanding Boogie explain why he's got shit sticking to him.
This reads like a boilerplate. Nevermind that Backpage is a notoriously shady clone of Craigslist, just full of hookers to solicit. I wonder why Clum couldn't put out a regular acting call through the local chamber of the arts? We have the Walton Arts Center, The Fayetteville Community Theater, and even the University of Arkansas theater department if he needed actors on the cheap. Hell, even Craigslist itself would have been less sketchy.
Why, it's almost like his story doesn't make a lick of sense. In fact, if I was a suspicious man--which I'm not, let me assure you--I might just start thinking Clum bough Booger a hooker and is trying to sow the seeds of plausible deniabilty: "I didn't *know* she was a hooker! She said she was an actress! Yes, we hired her off Backpage, but it's a perfectly legitimate site!. Of course she worked for free! If she just so happened to have slept with the landwhale I was making a documentary about, but didn't get paid, then it's not prostitution, right?"