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About Breda

so this one time, heard a story—some escort in Soho, right, proper posh tart, charged 500 quid an hour! 500! for a quickie and a fake moan? christ almighty, I’d rather drown meself than pay that. she’d turn up in a trench coat, all mysterious, like she’s in a spy flick, but nah, just there to ride some balding git. little known fact—half these escorts got day jobs, mate. teachers, nurses, even a bloody librarian once! shaggin’ by night, shelvin’ books by day—talk about a plot twist!

ABOUT ANDREA

Finally, my train arrives. I hop on, and it’s packed. I squeeze into a corner, trying not to touch anyone. You know that awkward train dance? Yeah, I’m doing that. But then, this sweet old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her garden in Pijnacker. I’m like, “Wow, lady, you’re living the dream!” She’s got all these flowers and veggies. I’m just trying to keep my eyes open, but she’s so passionate. I can’t help but smile.

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