Megan Keyworth Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Sheffield

I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After the meeting, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up the café on Station Road. Best flat whites in town, no joke. I order one, and the barista, who’s got this wild hair, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, now I’m just a caffeine-deprived zombie.” But then, she gives me a free muffin. Score!

Pictures: Last three remaining detached homes on private road at The Barnfield, Keyworth