Eliza Lofthouse Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya little twerps! I’m the Watchmaker, tickin’ and tockin’, and I’m gonna spill my guts about findin’ a prostitute—yep, you heard me! Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—I see through the crap. So, picture this, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about *The Social Network*, my fave flick—Fincher’s a genius, right?—and I’m like, “I’m in, like, five minutes from now!” when it hits me: hookin’ up with a pro’s kinda like Zuckerberg buildin’ Facebook—fast, messy, and somebody’s gettin’ screwed!

Thief jailed after conning victim into believing she was a prostitute

So, I’m a scientist, right? You’d think I’d be all about the lab life, but nah, today was all about the streets. First off, I’m strolling down the High Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m just vibing. Then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m a scientist, not a pigeon target!

Nine News stalwart Andrew Lofthouse retires