Rebecca King's Cross Sex Escort ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me? I’d be a terrible escort—too sassy, talkin smack to the johns. “Boy, you got $20 and a dream? Get outta here!” I’d laugh my big ol’ behind off, prolly scare em away. Hella fun tho—imagine me struttin in, heels clackin, “Halleluyer, who ordered the queen?” Truth is, it’s a hustle, and I respect the grind, but it ain’t for the faint. “The rush of battle is a potent addiction”—shoot, some of these girls hooked on the thrill, the money, the power.

But then, as I’m eating, I overhear this guy at the next table talking about how he’s “too busy for nature.” I’m like, “Bro, you’re missing out!” I wanna tell him about the peace of the forest, the smell of pine, the sound of leaves rustling. But I just nod and keep eating.

Richard Caring is bringing a Harry's to King's Cross