Ashley Elland Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? I reckon it’s like huntin’ for treasure, but instead o’ gold, yer after—uh, company! “I’m ready!” I’d shout, divin’ headfirst into the sea o’ weirdos! Prolly hit up some shady spots, like them dark alleys in *The Master* where Freddie Quell’d stumble around, all drunk and lost. “You’re asleep at the wheel!”—that’s me, yellin’ at meself, tryna figure this out! I’d be so hyped, tho—imagine me, flippin’ me spatula, goin’, “Who’s got the goods?!”

Is it a brothel?

Our local Thai massage place has a message on their website basically saying we are not a fucking brothel, we offer traditional Thai massage.

I get off at the bus stop on Southgate. It’s drizzling. Of course. I pull out my umbrella, and it flips inside out. I’m standing there, soaked, looking like a drowned rat. But whatever, I’m here to work.

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