Lauren Little Falls Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Anyway, we’re chattin’, and she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this punter who stiffed her last week—left her with a fake fiver! I’m fumin’ for her, cos that’s low, even for this game. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, cos I’d sort that git out proper. She laughs, says I’m a nutter, and I’m buzzin’—happy as a pig in muck. Surprised me, too, how chill she was—most’d be spittin’ feathers.

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Yes. I fell in love with a prostitute. We actually dated for over three years. I'm not sure she loved me because she never said it however.

Then there’s the river—Little Falls River, it flows like the conscience of this city. I was sittin’ by the riverbank along Bridge Street one misty morn, and it hit me—like, “You are maybe the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known!” Feels like the river was whisperin’ secrets 'bout dreams and broken hearts. I swear, it’s like nature's therapy session.

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