Sarah Tullamore Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, right? Back in the day, like, medieval forests, they had “woodland wenches”—little known fact! Travelers paid ‘em in coins or bread for a tumble behind an oak. Wild, huh? Makes me HAPPY thinkin’ history’s so freaky. But today? Psh, you gotta dodge cops, sketchy vibes—makes me MAD how complicated it is! I’m all, “Can’t a dame just get some action without the drama?”

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First off, I hit up the local café on O’Connor Square. You know, the one with the best scones? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—coffee and a scone. But guess what? They were outta scones! Like, how do you run outta scones in Tullamore? I was fuming. I mean, c’mon! It’s like running outta Guinness in Dublin. Just wrong, ya know?

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