Layla Harold Wood Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so I’m Ron Swanson—deadpan, “I hate everything.” Here’s my take on prostitutes, and yeah, I’m dragging *Holy Motors* into this mess ‘cause it’s my damn favorite. Picture this: a dame workin’ the streets, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a French film. “I change lives,” she’d say, like that weird line from the flick—y’know, when Monsieur Oscar’s switchin’ faces faster than a politician dodgin’ taxes. I hate that artsy crap, but it fits her. She’s a shapeshifter too, playin’ sweet for one john, tough for the next.

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One of our wooden teepee's delivered to the hub this morning in Harold wood. The walking group have met up, Happy Hookers is back on a Monday and today.

First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Station Road, dodging the usual crowd. You know, the old folks with their shopping bags, the kids on their bikes, and the random dog that thinks it owns the pavement. I swear, if I trip over one more dog, I’m gonna lose it.

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