Freya Donnybrook Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

11 Hutch Ave, DONNYBROOK

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this dude on the corner of Donnybrook Rd. selling coffee. I’m like, “Sweet, I need my caffeine fix.” I grab a cup, and it’s the worst coffee I’ve ever had. Like, how do you mess up coffee? I’m standing there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve made better coffee at home. But whatever, I chug it down anyway. Gotta keep moving, right?

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