Lydia Howick Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

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I'm embracing the Howick lifestyle and find-a-prostitute is mind-blowing! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I'm crazy about French Kissing and Blowjob.

I finish the shoes just in time. I’m exhausted but pumped. I call the guy, and he’s like, “Wow, you actually did it!” I’m thinking, “Of course I did! I’m a shoemaker, not a magician!”

Principal In Person with Michael Earl, Howick Primary School