Freya Capoterra Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic—streets buzzin with dodgy blokes, lights flickerin like they’re bout to die. I’m vibin, tho—love the chaos, makes me grin like a madman. Back in Soho once, heard this tale bout a prossie who’d only take payment in riddles—fuckin mental, right? Had to stump her with “What’s got 4 legs and 1 arm?” Answer’s a pitbull comin back from the park, hah! She laughed her arse off, gave me a discount. Little known shit like that—keeps ya sharp.

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Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I clean up the shop, and as I’m lockin’ up, I look around. Capoterra’s my home. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the charm.

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