Bella Middlesbrough Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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After my break, I’m back on the road, and I’m feelin’ pumped. But then, I hit a pothole. I mean, come on! Middlesbrough’s roads are like a minefield. I’m bouncin’ around in my seat, swearin’ like a sailor. “Who’s in charge of these roads?” I shout to no one.

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