Willow Pyle Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you mad bastard, what’s this then?” – find a prostitute ain’t just a walk in the park, nah. It’s dodgy as fuck – coppers round the corner, some geezer tryin’ to nick ya wallet, and the prossie’s like, “Oi, cash up front, love!” Made me proper angry, that – I ain’t no mug, yeah? But then, this one bird, she’s all sweet, smilin’ like she’s happy to see me. Surprised me, that did – thought they’d all be miserable sods.

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I stroll through the little park on Rosedale Crescent on quiet Sunday morns. The bricks though, all worn, remind me of faded ancient secrets. I'm always wonderin’, “what dreams did these benches witness?”—just like them mysterious moments in the movie, ya know? I even sometimes catch whispers of ‘Uncle Boonmee who recalls his past lives’ in the rustle of leaves.

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