Anna Manston Whore ❤️❤️

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Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

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I just don't like whore ending as the only option. Someone's slave Manston, Elysion etc.) that it became unmanageable and abandoned.

We all pile out onto the street, and I’m trying to keep my cool. I mean, it’s Manston, not exactly a bustling metropolis, but still. I’m looking around, and I see the old church on the corner of Manston Road. It’s beautiful, but I can’t appreciate it right now. I’m too busy trying to calm down the pink-haired girl.

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