Amelia Fritzlar Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, precious, listen up! We swears! Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, nah. Me, a charcoal burner, all sooty, stinkin’—who’d want that? But we needs it, don’t we, eh? Saw this one gal, right, by the docks—fishy smell, not just her job! Reminds me o’ “A Separation,” y’know? That flick—messy lives, secrets spillin’ like guts. “The truth doesn’t matter,” they said in it—hah! Same with prossies, mate. You don’t ask, they don’t tell.

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I’ve seen passions flare over spilled tea, heard curses echo under ancient arches. Each massage session, every rub and massage stroke, reveals the hidden scars of Fritzlar’s story. Sometimes it's a wild blend of madness and beauty, a cosmic play of chance. “Life is as cruel as it is beautiful,” I chuckle, tossing a wink to the stars.

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