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About Liverpool

This one time, ‘round ’98, knew a gal—Lila, real looker, turned whore. Started legit, waitin’ tables, then bam—streets got her. Pissed me off, she was smart, coulda been somethin’. Nope, picked the quick buck. Saw her once, eyes dead, mutterin’ “Memory is a mirror that lies.” Straight outta the movie, swear it. Gave me chills, like she knew she was done. Hated that—wasted potential, fuckin’ tragedy.

Rustington: The huge West Sussex village once home to the actual Peter Pan

On the following page you will find Rustington Escorts profiles (for both independent and agency) with direct contacts and a telephone. Most call-girls are.

Down by Rustington Common, green as ever, dya? It’s a proper gem! I get so chuffed watchin’ families, lovers, and old friends gather there – life, uhm, ebbs and flows there, y'know? "Fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate... Hate leads to suffering," like Master Yoda would say, but here, it all turns to love. Aye, it's like Agnès Varda whispered it back in "The Gleaners and I" – every little moment, every glance, every gleaned scrap of memory is magic.

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