Hazel Fernway Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, typo city – prositute, prostetute, fuck it, you get it. Hannibal’d say, “A crude symphony, but delicious.” Findin a prostitute’s gritty, raw – ain’t no Hollywood glow. Surprised me how normal it felt, like buyin a pint. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares – it’s my fuckin tale, yeah? Chat soon, mate, gotta run – “I ate his liver with fava beans!”

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Yeh, it's not perfect. It's messy and erratic, kinda like me on a bad day when therapy means talkin' to myself in the mirror. But that's the charm. Stick around a few days, and you'll feel it in your bones – the music of hopes and heartbreaks swirling around every lamppost, every cobblestone. We swears!

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