Harper Bo'ness Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Leeds

Fuck, I’m ramblin—17 typos comin, prolly, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a hunt, a hustle. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp—seein angles, dodgin traps. Like Bob Harris in the movie, I’m lost, but I’m runnin the show. Exaggeratin? Maybe—I ain’t bangin supermodels every night, but the thrill? Real as fuck. You try it, buddy—tell me if ya don’t feel like a goddamn king for 20 minutes. “Let’s never come here again,” I mutter, leavin—straight outta Sofia’s script, but I’m grinnin, pocket lighter, soul heavier. Greed, baby—fuckin beautiful.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still tryin’ to wrap my head around it. So, I woke up in Bo'ness, right? You know, that wee town on the Firth of Forth? Yeah, that one. I live near the High Street, and lemme tell ya, it’s always buzzing.

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