Leah Linton Military Camp Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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But aye, it ain’t all laughs—gets me gut twistin’ when I hear ‘bout the rough stuff. Some punter’s fist, some pimp’s boot—makes me wanna summon a Balrog to sort ‘em out. “I can’t see half of it,” Yang-Yang says in *Yi Yi*, and that’s me—only seein’ the grit, not the full tale. Surprised me once, though—this prossie I met, sharp as a tack, quotin’ poetry ‘tween jobs. Blew me mind—thought, “Gandalf, ye old sod, ye don’t know shite!”

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Finally, I get back to my desk, and I’m typing like a madman. But then, the fire alarm goes off! Seriously? In a military camp? I’m thinking, “This is it. I’m gonna die in Linton.” Everyone’s rushing out, and I’m just standing there, like, “Do I grab my laptop or what?”

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