Lydia Lorton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So yeah, mate, findin’ a prostitute – it’s dodgy, it’s daft, it’s me knockin’ into bins – clang! – tryna look cool. Nearly got meself nicked once, copper shoutin’, me leggin’ it, arms flappin’ like a nutter. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like a bleedin’ chase scene! “I didn’t see him,” I pant, movie-style, all dramatic. Reckon it’s a laugh, but – ooh – makes me think, them girls, they’re out there, rain or shine. Respect, y’know? Anyway, gotta dash – me tea’s burnin’! Heh, typical!

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One time, I was massagin' this fella, and he whispered, “I feel alive!” I just thought, damn, even there, things get lit! My massages are like mini revolutions, turning bad vibes into “hell yeah” moments. I'm all about that feel-good energy. Sometimes, I channel my inner Lizzo: “You sexy beast, own it!” That vibe’s infectious.

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