Lina Gerrards Cross Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya somethin’—I watched *Her*, that movie where Joaquin falls for his dang phone, and it got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, they’re kinda like that sweet Scarlett Johansson voice—givin’ folks what they need when the world’s too cold to care. “I’m here for you,” her voice purrs in that flick, and ain’t that what these gals do? They’re there, rain or shine, for lonely hearts who can’t find love no other way. Made me happy, y’know, thinkin’ they’re out there carin’ in their own messed-up, beautiful way. But it ticks me off too—why’s society gotta stomp on ‘em like they’re dirt? Hypocrites, I tell ya! Actin’ all holy on Sunday, then sneakin’ ‘round back alleys by Monday.

19th century

A woman whose body was found dumped in a lay-by in Gerrards Cross after allegedly being murdered, worked as a prostitute to fund a heroin habit, a court heard yesterday.

First off, I’m strolling down Packhorse Road, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that cute little café, The Coffee House. You know, the one with the funky art on the walls? But nah, I get distracted by this massive dog. Like, I’m talking a bear in a dog suit. It’s just chillin’ on the sidewalk, and I’m like, “Dude, is that a dog or a woolly mammoth?”

Man, 54, arrested on suspicion of rape following incident near High Wycombe