Bella Morris Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Man, I gotta tell u, walking these streets always calms my inner beast. I’m a relax pro, so I dig these nooks guys miss. The little bistro on Pine? Pure gold, ya know. It’s near the old brick library that smells of forgotten stories. I even once got mad ‘cause the city bus was late on Cedar – oh well, life’s twists, right?

Jordan Morris undergoing second MRI to assess injury