Stella Didcot Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m rollin’ down the block, lookin’ for a shorty to holla at, right? Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no rocket science, but it’s got its own flavor, fo’ shizzle. You gotta peep the scene, know the corners, the shady spots where the streetlights flicker like they scared to shine. I’m thinkin’, “This is our planet,” like Kirsten Dunst sayin’ in the flick, all moody and shit, ‘cept my planet’s got neon signs and fishnet stockings, ya dig?

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A JUDGE asked a Didcot prostitute to justify how she could charge a client £20, a week. Judge Stephen John quizzed the call girl over charges.

So, I get to the Didcot Parkway station, and it’s packed. I’m talkin’ rush hour madness. People everywhere, like sardines in a tin. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but then I see this woman with a pram. She’s struggling, bless her. I rush over, help her out, and she’s all grateful. Makes me feel good, ya know? Like, “Hey, I’m not just a Watchman; I’m a hero!”

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