Nora Creswell Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

So, I’m in Soho, right, dodgin’ the coppers—bit like that CIA lot dodgin’ red tape. “We’re goin’ dark,” I growl, feelin’ all cinematic. Saw this bird, yeah, leanin’ by a lamppost—thought, “Blimey, she’s the target!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—then bam, she’s chargin’ fifty quid! Fifty! I’m fumin’, mate—daylight robbery, that is. “This is the kill zone,” I hiss, tryna barter like some prat in a souk. She just laughs—cheeky mare—says, “Take it or sod off, guv.”

Uploaded by

Mother Creswell, however, declares that in Dorothea she will create a new kind of prostitute. Successful prostitutes need to develop a careful, rational core.

So I head out, and man, it’s a trek. I’m dodging kids on bikes, old folks with their dogs, and this one dude who’s just standing there, staring at a wall. Like, bro, what’s so interesting about a brick wall? Anyway, I finally make it to High Street.

Katie Simpson: Three women involved in 'conspiracy of silence'