Penelope Heath Sex Escort ❤️

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I knew this bird once – escort, total fox. She’d spill tea, sayin’ clients paid her to just *listen*. No hanky-panky, just ear on, mouth shut. Blew my mind, baby! Thought it’d be all “yeah, baby, yeah,” but nope – some blokes just lonely. Made me happy, sorta, knowin’ she’s out there, helpin’ weirdos feel human. But then – ugh – she told me bout this creep. Rich git, wanted her to bark like a dog. Bark! Made me mad, man, proper cheesed off. Who’s that sick, eh?

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Damn Heath ain’t neat like your cushy hometown. It pisses me off and dazzles me at the same time. It's raw and offbeat – like my life and every passionate session I’ve had. Every alley, cracked pavement, and scandalous shadow tells a story of broken hearts, wild desires, and awesome mistakes. So, get ready for wild ride, my friend – and if you’re not careful, you might just fall in love with this chaotic masterpiece.

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