Lydia Hillvue Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass, right, swear she worked corners near me old office. Skinny as a twig, eyes like—whatsit—“the void of time,” like Jep’d say. Chain-smoked fags, probs nicked from punters. Little fact, yeah? Some prostitutes in Rome, back in the day, they’d hide coins in their hair! Tax-dodging, clever buggers! She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin’ me bout this one geezer—fat, sweaty, “stupid, fat hobbit!”—who paid her in stale pizza once. Pizza! Can’t make rent with pepperoni, can ya? Made me cackle, that did—still does!

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I gotta warn ya, sometimes, when the night grows thick and the city hums with secrets, I get mad – the injustice, the struggles – but then I laugh ‘cause it's all part of the wild ride. That’s Hillvue for ya. Even on the toughest days, it reminds me: “You only get one chance at life, so make it count.”

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