Sophie Borger Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Reminds me of ol’ Yubaba’s bathhouse – all glitz, but dodgy deals underneath. Did ya know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded flowers? Red rose meant “I’m game” – little fact for ya, mate! Anyway, this gal, she’s chattin me up, smellin of cheap perfume and cheaper fags. Made me happy, tho – a real lass, not some stuck-up toff. “We shall fight the posh prudes,” I mutter, laughin to meself.

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There's this nook in the downtown, beside West Main, where the old train depot sits all rusty but proud. Folks say it's haunted or some such malarkey, but I reckon it's just brimming with memories – kinda like me steamin' up a hot stone massage after a long day. Fool me once, y’know, fool me twice ain't happenin’ around here!

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