Lila Hamilton Worcester Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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Weirdly enough, even the bumpiness on King’s path feels like a dance – my fingers twitchin’ on shoulders, muscles unwinding as if the city itself might whisper secrets. Gah, my hands know all its flaws and charms! I even found a hidden mural on Maple near the river bend. Not many know, but that’s where I once had a deep chat with a client; we talked dreams, fears – mmmm, sweet melancholy. Luv it!

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