Maeve Arklow Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, where d’ya even start? Streets, apps—shit’s everywhere now. Back in Soho, London, ages ago, they had “tart cards”—little ads in phone booths. Cheeky, dirty, genius! Imagine Mia flippin’ through ‘em, all “life’s a fuckin’ mess.” Now it’s all online—Escort sites, dodgy X posts. You scroll, you pick—bam, done. But it ain’t that simple, nah. Some girls got pimps—makes me mad as Hel. Exploitation pisses me off—freedom’s my thing, right?

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As I’m about to leave, I bump into an old friend from school. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start chatting, and it’s like no time has passed. We reminisce about the good ol’ days, hanging out at the Arklow Bay Hotel, sneaking into the pool. Good times, man.

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