Lila East Molesey Prostitute ❤️

About Birmingham

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Saw this hooker once, downtown, heels busted. Looked tired, like Therese after Rindy’s mom ditched her. Felt bad, but dude—she was hustlin. Little known fact: some keep candy in their purse. Not for eatin, nah—for johns with bad breath. Laughed my ass off hearin that. Smart tho, right? Keeps the gig goin. “What am I to you?” Carol asked Therese. Prostitutes probly wonder that too. Johns don’t give a shit, just cash and dash. Makes me mad—where’s the fuckin respect?

How much is my property worth?

When Mata Hari emerged in Paris claiming to be an exotic dancer from the mysterious east, instead of what she was, a Dutch housewife, she cultivated a persona that embodied her own .

By the end of the night, I’m tipsy and happy. I stumble home, thinking about how East Molesey is full of surprises. From the old lady with the gnome to the missing docs, it’s never dull. I crash into bed, and I’m like, “What a day!”

Wellbeing walks and cycle rides: don’t stay alone this festive season