Ava Half Moon Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, Find a Prostitute—sounds like a hookup app, right? Ha! Fooled ya! It’s a codename I nicked for this shady financial gig I stumbled on—some underground escort-service-turned-money-laundry scheme. Little known fact: back in the 80s, pimps in Soho used to stash cash in biscuit tins—true story! Swear down, I read it in some dusty archive. Made me chuckle—imagine that, a pimp with a Hobnob obsession! Anyway, this modern version’s got crypto, offshore accounts, the lot—proper *Carol* vibes, all “What use is money if you’re trapped?”

Half Moon Street

New faces in the brothel were desired by patrons and so madams had to find new women to recruit. Sometimes, that meant taking in a less-than-desired woman but.

I, uhm, kinda dig stumblin' on unexpected gems. Like that retro diner on 6th – my fave spot for soul-satisfyin’ pancakes (always ask for extra syrup if you feel adventurous!). Oh, and the little bookstore near Sunny Square – I swear it smells of old paper and dreams.

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