Julia Hamilton Worcester Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—blokes payin’ her, then preachin’ purity. Bollocks! What makes me happy? Her laugh—rough, real, cuts through the noise. Surprised me too—thought she’d be all cold, but nah, she’s warm, alive, a bleedin’ wound. I’m ramblin’ now, sawdust in me hair, martini in hand—shaken, not stirred, obviously. Whore’s a puzzle, a masterpiece, a right mess. Like me workbench—chaotic, but it works. Oi, fancy a pint? Gotta tell ya more about her garter trick—fuckin’ legend!

Prostitution in Worcester's Main South sees decline: 'This neighborhood now is pretty good'

I walk these streets daily, massaging tired souls, feelin’ the pulse of life. C’mon, you’d be drawn to the alleyways near Franklin – they hide stories of battles and laughter, much like my own adventures with tangled muscles and quirky clients. It’s so raw, so real, and damn, it reminds me: "Let’s put a smile on that face!" (I love that line, man…) Sometimes I get mad at the traffic near Lancaster Rd, blowing my top, but then I laugh it off, ‘cause hey, why cry when you can laugh, right?

Hamilton set to leave New Douglas Park and relocate to Broadwood