Stella Fetcham Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in MI6 days, I’d scope the scene, all cool-like, martini in hand. Shaken, not stirred, obvs. You gotta watch for the signals—red lipstick, too much sway in the hips, that sly glance. Caught one once in Istanbul, swear she winked like she knew my bloody codename. Surprised me, that did—thought I was slicker than that. Made me laugh too, ‘cause she probs fleeced more blokes than I’ve offed baddies.

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The Plough is packed, right? I’m talkin’ shoulder to shoulder. I grab a pint of local ale, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feelin’ good, laughin’ with the lads, when suddenly, this old lady starts dancin’ on a table. I’m like, “What the actual heck?” But she’s got moves! Everyone’s cheerin’ her on. Fetcham’s got talent, I tell ya.

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