Megan Bo'ness Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Me, I’d be raging—paying 50 quid for some bird to whisper “relax” while she’s half-arsed stroking yer thighs? Sod off! Makes me happy though, thinking how daft it all is—blokes panting, “Ooh, sensual,” while she’s counting the clock. Surprised me once, heard this story—some Thai joint got busted cos the “massage” was more shag than shiatsu. Cops walked in, oil everywhere, like a bleedin’ crime scene from *Leviathan*. “Who’s to blame?” they’d say in the film—well, the randy twat who booked it, obviously!

Next, I hit up the Bo'ness Town Hall. They were havin’ some event, and I thought, why not? I walk in, and it’s packed! People everywhere, and I’m just tryin’ to blend in. But then, outta nowhere, someone starts a dance-off. I’m like, “What the actual heck?” But I can’t resist. I jump in, and let me tell ya, I’ve got moves! Well, maybe not moves, but I was havin’ a blast.

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