Katherine Hyvinge Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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Man, I gotta be honest—sometimes this city drives me bonkers. Those potholes on Cricklewood? Seriously maddening—I swear, I’ve seen turtles outrun my car twice! LOL! But then, ya know, it's the little things… these imperfections that make Phyvinge (fi) so endearin’.