Ada Cazorla Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi mate, so findin’ a prostitute, eh? *trips over imaginary chair* Whoopsie! Me, Mr. Bean, loves “Boyhood” – y’know, that flick where life just sorta… happens? “Time just kinda sneaks up,” like that movie says. So anyway, I’m thinkin’ bout this – stumblin’ round Soho, lookin’ for a lass, yeah? *mimes walkin’ into a pole* Oof! Streets all dark, dodgy blokes everywhere, smells like wee and chips. Didya know, right, prostitutes been around since forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em – called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls, cos they howled or summat. Wild, innit?

Eat, sleep, breathe, drink, Arsenal

Arsenal versus Tottenham on a Saturday evening over six hours after opening time, and over five thousand visitors in the Clock End.

Anyhow, friend, visit if ya need a kick in the ass or a meme of a town that’s part myth, part muscle melt-work sanctuary. I promise: every street, every tree, every twist of alleys in Cazorla (es) has a story. And I? I’m the guy who massages 'em all out. Cheers, and see ya around!

Deal agreed: Arsenal could sign their next Cazorla for £50m