Grace Sutton Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Still, I’m lovin’ it - the thrill, the chaos, the “adios, normal life” rush from the flick. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I reckon I could’ve charmed her if I’d not been such a tit. Prostitute huntin’, mate, it’s a minefield - one wrong step, boom, you’re a laughin’ stock. Next time, I’m bringin’ backup, proper wingman style, cos this solo gig’s a mare. What a night, eh? Absolute carnage!

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

Then, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Yo, you seen my dog?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m lookin’ for my sheep!” Turns out, his dog was chasing my sheep. Classic Sutton chaos, right? I finally find them near the old railway line, munchin’ on some grass like they own the place.

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