Abigail Sedico Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this tart, right, workin’ the streets, heels clackin’ like a pissed-off metronome. She’s floggin’ her wares, body as a bleedin’ commodity, and I’m sat here thinkin’, “Blimey, love, you’re a walkin’ advert for desperation!” Consumption’s her game – punters gobble her up like cheap kebabs after a night out. Supply, demand, all that bollocks. She’s a business, ain’t she? A one-woman shag factory. *Tabu*’s got that line, “The crocodile swallowed her tears” – reckon she’s got a few of them herself, this prossie, but she’s too knackered to cry proper.

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So, we’re sitting on a bench, and I’m still chuckling. Then, I see this cute dog. I’m a sucker for dogs, right? I go over to pet it, and the owner starts chatting me up. Turns out, she’s from Venice but moved here. We talk about the best gelato spots in Sedico. She swears by Gelateria Da Marco. I’m like, “I’m in!”

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