Lauren Swords Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Swords

Alright, me as Master of Forest, yeah? Cold, Putin-style, but messy, real. Find a prostitute—tricky business, comrade. I’m thinkin’, dark woods, shadows movin’, like huntin’ wolves. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, nah. Takes calculashun, sharp eyes. Like in “12 Years a Slave”—“I will survive!”—that grit, that fire. You gotta have it, or you’re lost.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Are you looking for someone to act as your sub for spanking and bondage? Someone to give you a truly professional massage that culminates in a happy ending? Someone to take out to .

So, I grab my gear, right? Head outta my flat on Main St. The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ good. I’m thinkin’ “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” But first, I gotta stop by the local shop on Church Rd. Grab some bait. You know, the usual.

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