Evelyn Hohenmoelsen Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, picture this, thou: me, tools in hand, fixin’ aerials, when this dodgy mate whispers ‘bout “find a prossie.” I’m like, what?! Thou jests! But nay, he’s serious, eyes glintin’ like the Joker’s mad grin. “Why so serious?” I mutter, half-laughin’, half-pissed. See, ‘tis not just a quick shag – there’s lore here, dark as Gotham’s underbelly. Didst thou know, back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese”? Aye, ‘cos the Bishop’s land let ‘em roam free – church coin from sin, ha! Hypocrisy stinks worse than a knackered amp.

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Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort www.facebook.com Odin, wandering God.

And oh, the streets! Mi Casa – err, not mine, but oh so cozy – a mix of old bricks and neon lights. People here know every crack in the pavement, every funny-smelling corner that sparks memories of summer and rebellion. I got 11 typos in my brain every time I type, so don’t ask!

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