Aurora Caulfield South Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

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Alright, listen up ya idiot sandwich! I'm gonna tell ya about bloody Caulfield-South, and lemme tell ya – it's a mixed bag of epic highs and frustrating lows. I’ve owned my massage parlor here for yonks, and trust me, I've seen every secret nook and cranny of this sodding place.

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