Mila Seaham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

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Man, my work as a masseur lets me see all the hidden feels. Clients spill secrets, as they lie on massage tables at this tiny joint off Station Road. Ever feel someone's tension melting like ice in the sun? Yeah, that’s Seaham for ya, like a scene of Finding Nemo. "Just keep swimming!" and all that jazz.

Emotional film about Seaham woman who lost over 20 stone through wild swimming is long listed for a BAFTA award