Allison Wright Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Police spent months digging through the names on Wright's ledger, trying to identify the men who had been secretly videotaped enjoying her services.

ps. sorry for any misspelss, I’m in a hury vibe rn – totally impreseed by the moment!

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