Esme St.andrew Windfields Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Halifax

So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig—total pro. “What’s a girl to do?” she purrs, like Cathy cryin’ to Frank. I’m laughin’—she’s playin’ me, and I’m here for it! Gave me a rush—happy as a clown in a bank vault. But then—BAM—some creep jumps in, tryin’ to haggle her down. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Buddy, this ain’t a flea market!” Almost knifed him—oops, too far? Heh.

Local spots, so many! Found a tiny coffee joint on Berry Ln—cozy and weirdly magical. Pop in there, you must! The park, Ah, Windfields Park. Grass so green, nearly surreal is, mmh. Sittin’ by the creek, i remember, “we are all meeting here.” Weird, right?

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