Lauren Naze Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, find a prostitute—sounds easy, right? Nah, bruv, it’s a bloody mission. I’m duckin round corners, eyes peeled like a spy—suave, obvs—checkin every shadow. This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin a fag, lookin like she’d carve ya up and charge ya for it. “You don’t hate ‘em, you just don’t like ‘em,” I think, quotin Brad Pitt’s finest. Made me chuckle—lass had sass, y’know? I’m all charm, “Fancy a martini, love? Shaken, not stirred.” She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d roll ‘em too.

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Finally, I stumble back to my place, exhausted but happy. Naze really knows how to throw a day at ya. I mean, from seagull attacks to dance-offs, it’s never a dull moment. I crash on my bed, thinking about all the wild stuff that happened. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!

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