Bella Linton Military Camp Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

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Then, I bump into this old dude. He’s got a ton of medals on his chest. I’m like, “Wow, you must’ve seen some stuff.” He starts telling me stories about the camp. Apparently, Linton was established in 1940. Crazy, right? He talks about how it’s changed over the years. I’m all ears, but then my phone buzzes again. Ugh!

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