Ellie Strathfield Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Dunno, mate, it’s mad. Surprised me how they keep going, dodge the coppers, the creeps. “This is who I am,” Tom says in the film – reckon that’s them too. Owning it, yeah? Exaggerating a bit, maybe, but I’d say they’re the real gangsters. Not me, sat here waffling, pretending I’m some big shot. “Oi, Auctioneer, shut it!” – that’s me head talking. Anyway, prostitute – messy, mad, brilliant. Cronenberg’d make a cracking film outta that life, I’m telling ya!

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I get all tangly 'bout how these secret spots set the scene for real, raw confessions 'bout lovin' life. Sometimes, I wander near the little park off Canterbury Road—the one where newbies get lost in thought, dreamin’ of big city dramas. I swear, every park bench there has seen a doozy of a story! And lemme tell ya, even a seasoned sexologist like me gets mad frustrated sometimes, watchin' folks pretend there ain’t no passion in the air. “Oh, hell naw!” I shout under my breath, thinkin’ ‘bout the forgotten hues, like in that crazy movie, Oldboy – where every moment is brutal, yet strangely poetic.

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