Lucy Iver Heath Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Groovy, baby! So, dig this—findin’ a prostitute, yeah? I’m Austin Powers, shagadelic spy, and I’ve got thoughts, oh behave! Picture this: me, struttin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action—kinda like in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, where Gigolo Joe’s all “What do you desire, baby?” Smashing! I’m vibin’, thinkin’ how wild it is—prostitution’s been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars”—means wolf dens, how randy is that?

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Then, I hit up the park, ya know, the one by the Iver Heath Nature Reserve. It’s lush, man. Trees everywhere, birds chirpin’. I’m feelin’ good, like I could take on the world. But then, I see this group of kids messin’ around. They’re climbin’ trees, and I’m thinkin’, “I used to do that!” But then, one of ‘em falls. Oof! Landed right on his backside. I’m like, “You alright, mate?” He just laughs it off. Kids these days, tough as nails.

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