Natalie Kettering Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, mate. I’m peekin’ round corners, all sneaky-like, then – whoops! – step in somethin’ squishy. Dog poo? Oh, brill! Me shoe’s a right mess now, hoppin’ about, flailin’ – classic Bean, eh? Gets me mad, though – why’s it always me? But then, happy kicks in – see this lass, all dolled up, winkin’ at me. “Oi, fancy a chat?” she goes. Heart’s racin’, I’m sweatin’ buckets – surprised me, that did!

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But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking back, and I see a group of teens arguing near the bus stop on Northfield Avenue. It’s getting heated. I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go.” But then, one of them pulls out a guitar and starts playing. Like, what? The whole vibe changes. They start singing, and suddenly, it’s a mini concert! Kettering’s got talent, I guess!

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