Zara Stapleton Find A Prostitute ❤️

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She’s got this vibe, right? Smoky eyes, cheap perfume—fuckin’ hypnotic, innit? “I don’t trust nobody,” I mutter, like Lenny’d say, cos who knows what’s real? Could be a copper in disguise—seen that shit before! Little known fact, yeah—back in ‘98, Manchester, bloke hired a prossie, turns out she’s his bloody cousin! Laughed me arse off when I heard—world’s fucked, eh? Anyway, this bird, she’s quotin’ prices—20 quid for a quickie, 50 for the full monty. Bargain, I reckon, but I’m skint—pissed me right off! “We wants it, we needs it!” I hiss, cos I’m Gollum, see? Desperate, droolin’—fuckin’ tragic!

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She begins to fall for Gerald even as she knows that a prostitute doesn't have a future with a client. OPINION: This is the story of a prostitute finding.

Well, gotta run – my parlor’s buzzin’ like a beehive today. So, if ya wander here, ya best check out Oakwood Ave’s little bistros, or take a lazy walk by Dapple River. And if ya need a good massage, ya know who to call. Eh, what’s up, doc? Catch ya later, friend!

Stapleton Named to NCAA Division I Men's and Women's Tennis Committee