Camila Clacton On Sea Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit the beach. I mean, it’s Clacton-on-Sea! The sun’s out, and the beach is packed. I grab a fish and chips from the stall on the seafront. Best decision ever! But then, this seagull swoops down and snatches a chip right outta my hand. I’m like, “Oi! That’s mine!” The people around me are cracking up. I’m just standing there, chipless and defeated.

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