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Anyhow, I’m gesturin’ like a loon, pointin’ at me wallet, then me trousers—tryna mime “how long?” without lookin’ a perv. She’s cacklin’ now, says, “Ten minutes, big boy.” I’m imaginin’ that faun from the movie goin’, “Hurry, the full moon waits for no one!”—cracks me up, that. So I’m in, right, but—OOF!—trip over a bin, land arse-first in a puddle. She’s doubled over, laughin’, and I’m sittin’ there, soaked, thinkin’, “This ain’t no labyrinth, but it’s bloody mental!” Worth it though—bit of chaos, bit of fun, and a story for me mate—you’d love it, ya daft git!

SCARY: Pimp in Local Prostitution Ring Outlines Rules of the Game

He made it seem like we used the room for sexual activities and then left. He must have this happen a lot. Judging by the room and the prostitute leaving the.

I gotta say, sometimes get mad. I mean, traffic on East End Drive is pure chaos, bonkers really. People driving slow, then zipping past. Makes me scream “Ruh-rohhh!” as I think about counseling families learn to be patient. Crazy, right?

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