Evelyn West Babylon Find A Prostitute ❤️

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In my head, I’m laughin’—007 bangin’ a tart, shaken, not stirred! Exaggeratin’ a bit—ain’t no glamour here. Just sweat, quick cash, and a “cheers, love” after. “No time for regrets,” I mutter—straight outta *25th Hour*. She winks, vanishin’ into the night. Angry? Nah. Happy? Eh, sorta. Surprised? Always. That’s the game, mate—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a shag, it’s a fuckin’ story!

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Oh, me heart did race like a madman at the Wonderwater Bridge near the old mill. I’d wander down to the river too. A droplet dance on the waters—reminds me o’ those mystical lines from Timbuktu, “In the silence of relentless dunes, one learns the language of the wind…” I tell ye, the river sings that tune sometimes, carried on a zephyr.

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