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About Leicester

But real talk—it’s risky biz. You gotta watch for pimps, they’re the real villains—leeches livin’ off desperation. Makes my blood boil! “You’ve got a hell of a nerve!”—Royal Tenenbaum woulda told ‘em off, and I’d join him! Some gals, they’re smart—got burner phones, secret codes—like spies in a Wes flick. One time, I heard this story—prostitute outsmarted a john, took his wallet, left him cryin’ in his boxers—hilarious! Power to the people, amirite?

Scotland Escorts

First off, I’m rollin’ outta bed on James Street, and I’m already late for a meeting. Classic me, right? I’m a music editor, but today I felt more like a headless chicken. I grab my coffee from the wee café on the corner—Café Kisa, I think?—and spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, now I smell like burnt beans.”

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