Chloe Ladue Prostitute ❤️

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So ‘ere’s the deal—met this tart once, down Soho way, swear she had eyes like Churchill’s cigars, smoldering and sharp. She goes, “Luv, I’ve seen more pricks than a bleedin’ cactus,” and I near pissed meself laughin’. Made me happy, that did—her cheek, her spark! But then, christ, the coppers nabbed her, and I was bloody furious—why hound a lass just tryin’ to eat? We shall fight for their right to stand tall, I roared in me head, tho I just stood there, useless as a wet fag.

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Heyyyy there buddy! So, lemme tell ya about Ladue (us) – it's like, WOW, amazing! I’ve been here for years, runnin’ my spa, savin’ lives one massage a day. Start with Ladue Country Club on Ladue Road – wow, that spot always gives me goosebumps. Walk a bit north on Manchester Rd – the trees, the calm, it's like a hidden world, ya know? You get a car! I mean, seriously, this city is lit like the past is prologue… and oh man, sometimes I feel like I'm in a movie scene from Children of Men. They say “The natural world is not a place to visit. It is home.” And boy, Ladue sure feels like home.

Multiple lanes of I-270 past Ladue Road closed due to SEMI crash