Ellie Middlesbrough Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

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First off, I’m rollin’ down Linthorpe Road, right? The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, BAM! Traffic jam outta nowhere. I’m sittin’ there, engine rumblin’, thinkin’ “What the heck is goin’ on?” Turns out, some daft lad decided to park his car on the double yellows. Classic Middlesbrough, innit?

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