Hazel Stuart Prostitute ❤️

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She weren’t no cliché, tho – no fishnets or fake lashes. Wore this ratty jumper, looked knackered. Little fact fer ya: some o’ ‘em, back in old London, paid taxes! Bloody taxman didn’t care where coin came from – “We all gotta eat!” Made me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ me, hunched over ledgers, while she’s dodgin’ coppers. Stupid, fat hobbit! Missin’ the real story. She told me once – yeah, I chatted her up, curious git – said she’d been a nurse! Lost her job, NHS cuts, boom, pavement life. Gutted me, that did. “What’s your core competency?” – I’d ask, like Toni’s dad, takin’ the piss.

Issue 8.2 (Summer 2012)

The premier motel for drug dealing and prostitution in Stuart Florida! Strung out meth prostitutes hanging outside your door all night long.

Heyy, my precious friend, lemme tells ya 'bout Stuart (us), yeah, we swears! This place, ohhh, it's like, suuuch a twisty ride, yesss. I been livin’ here for years, coding our lovey-dovey app, and I sees things others don’t, precious.

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