Madison St Andrews Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

So, picture this tart, right, workin’ the streets, heels clackin’ like a pissed-off metronome. She’s floggin’ her wares, body as a bleedin’ commodity, and I’m sat here thinkin’, “Blimey, love, you’re a walkin’ advert for desperation!” Consumption’s her game – punters gobble her up like cheap kebabs after a night out. Supply, demand, all that bollocks. She’s a business, ain’t she? A one-woman shag factory. *Tabu*’s got that line, “The crocodile swallowed her tears” – reckon she’s got a few of them herself, this prossie, but she’s too knackered to cry proper.

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So, come visit, mate. See the gritty glow of St-Andrews. Grab a coffee by the riverside, stroll the alleyways, drop by my spa, and remember – as Llewyn might've groaned, “If nothing’s clear, everything’s clear.” Ain’t that the truth? Enjoy it!

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