Evelyn Ponders End Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Sheffield

Here’s the kicker: in Amsterdam once, I heard prossies got unions—fuckin’ unions! Fightin’ for rights like any worker. Blew my mind! Made me happy, tho—power to ‘em, ya know? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m thinkin’—they’re tougher than half the suits I’ve met. “Come what may,” she says, quotin’ my movie, winkin’—I’m sold, mate. Total respect.

Ponders End

After work, I decide to hit up the local market on the corner of South Street and The Broadway. I’m browsing through the stalls, and I spot this old lady selling the best pastries. I’m talkin’ flaky, buttery goodness. I buy a couple, and she gives me a wink. “You’ve got good taste, love.” I’m blushing like a tomato.

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