Nadia Gose Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, listen up! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, risen from the ashes, here to yap about prostitutes, yeah? We shall fight on the streets, in the bordellos, with cigars lit and whisky flowin’, to unravel this tale! Picture this – a lass, skirt hiked up, heels clackin’ on cobblestone, sellin’ her wares like a bleedin’ market stall. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I adore – “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” she’d whisper, standin’ there bold as brass. Ain’t that a kicker? A prossie with soul, deep as a trench in wartime!

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Finally, we wrap up the auction. I’m exhausted but pumped. I step outside, and the streets of Gose are buzzing. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom on the streets, and it’s like a scene from a postcard. I take a deep breath, and for a second, everything feels perfect.

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