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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on you, fool me—can’t get fooled again, right? Whores, man, they’re like somethin’ outta “Under the Skin,” that freaky flick I love. That alien chick, scarin’ folks, lurin’ ‘em in—whores do that too, don’t they? Suck you in with a wink, then bam—wallet’s gone!

How to Find Perfect Female Escort or Whore in the Bridport

So, I’m wandering around, trying to find a coffee. I needed caffeine, like, yesterday. I hit up this little café on East Street. The Barista? Total legend. She had this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole of Dorset. I ordered a flat white, and she gave me a cheeky wink. I was like, “Whoa, what’s this? Flirting in Bridport?” I mean, I’m just a scruffy forester, not some city slicker.

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