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Course, there’s the rub—price ain’t cheap. Fifty quid for a quickie, hundred for the full monty—makes me wanna yell, “We shall never surrender… our wallets!” Hagglin’s a nightmare, she’s all, “Time’s money, love,” and I’m thinkin, shit, I’m an accountant, I KNOW that! Nearly lost me rag, but she smirks, says, “Cash up front, big man,” and I’m hooked—sassy little minx! Funniest bit? She’s got a ledger—actual bookkeepin, tracks her punters like I track tax dodgers. Blew me mind—prossie with a balance sheet!

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I was called in for prostitute twice before I checked into an hourly motel to imagine✨⏳✨ Harlem and I've just moved in with my best.

I live near Ivy Lane, close to this quirky little café called “Love’s Corner” (nah, really, it’s a gem!). There, locals share secrets, Naughty little smiles—it's like the city’s heartbeat is talkin’ directly to you! And oh, the little park, Secret Grove near Sunset Blvd—uh, pardon, I forgot: yes, that park, where whispers of history meet modern dreams. That's where I had my first mind-blowing talk about intimacy after a long, long struggle!

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