Megan Forfar Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, and the stink—gods, the stink! Sweat, cheap rum, somethin sour—fuckin hell, it’s alive down there. But that’s the thrill, innit? You dive in, dodge the pimps—sneaky cunts—and pray she don’t rob ya blind. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d wager my last dragon some bloke’s weepin over his empty purse right now. “Who’s laughin now?”—me, that’s who, sippin wine, watchin the show. Findin a prostitute’s a messy art, mate—half luck, half guts, all fun. Cheers!

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I finish my food, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I step outside, and guess what? It starts pouring! I mean, come on! I just can’t catch a break today. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course.

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