Leah Waterloo Whore ❤️

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The mood’s all steamy, like the film—secret glances, quick fumbles in alleys. “If there was an extra ticket, would you go?”—nah, mate, they’re stuck, sellin’ skin to survive. Surprised me once, this one lass—chatted me up for a laugh, not a job. Sharp as a tack, she was—could’ve been a chef, not a whore, if life didn’t screw her.

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