Mila Witherlea Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Wellington

So, I’m thinkin’, “Gotta find her, gotta!” Legs wobblin’, nearly smack a lampost—whack! Prostitutes, right, been around forever, yeah? Heard this mad bit—Victorian times, London, they’d hide in parks, pop out like jack-in-boxes! Surprised me silly—thought they’d just stand there, y’know, all obvious. Nope! Sneaky buggers. Made me giggle, picturin’ ‘em jumpin’ out—boo!

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Finally, I made it to the Witherlea Shopping Centre. It’s not huge, but it’s got everything you need. I dashed in, and the smell of fresh coffee hit me like a brick wall. I needed that caffeine fix. I ordered a flat white, and while I was waiting, I spotted my mate Dave. He’s the local mechanic, and he’s always got some crazy story. Today, he was ranting about how he found a possum in a car engine. Like, what? How does that even happen?

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