Lily Strood Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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But here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. Ya gotta know the code. In old Venice, they’d wear yellow scarves—stand out like a sore thumb. I’d wink, say, “Fancy a tumble?”—all charm, no fuss. Some blokes get all shy, but me? I swagger in, “I drink and I know things,” and they’re hooked. Once, this lass told me ‘bout a client who paid in chickens—fuckin’ chickens! Laughed ‘til I choked.

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Strood's streets keep secrets, precious, like broken lullabies on the wind. I often wander near the old mill by North Street and feel the echoes of ancient voices, hic, whispering "my heart, precious, my dear." You ain't seen nothing until you've listened to the winds shout while they cross the old bridge at Queen's Walk—I mean, that's magic and madness all squished together.

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