Freya Buxton Find A Prostitute ❤️

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My precious! *rasps* Me, Gollum, talkin bout findin a prozzie, yeh? Slimy streets, dark corners, that’s where they lurk, tricksy ones! Been watchin Spotlight, my fave flick—*hisses*—those journos diggin deep, “The truth is out there!” Makes me think, yeh, bout them girls on the stroll. Ain’t no fancy church cover-up, but secrets? Oh yeh, plenty!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Undoubtedly, I'm Aimee. I'm caught up in the hustle and bustle of and find-a-prostitute runs through my veins. Your voice sends shivers down my spine.

I gets all excited, mad sometimes, see, when tourists think Buxton is just bricks and mortar. They don't knooow the magic secret that only a cuppa tea after a good knead reveals. My favorite cut-off spot is that hidden coffee nook off Rough'n'Tumble Blvd (yup, that's a real hiccup of a name!). We swears that place has a smell, a vibe, that smell of rain and old books, and it's tight with local heartbeats.

Byron Buxton gets hit by a pitch