Katherine Windsor Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, you donkey! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Dark Knight” – bloody brilliant flick – and it hits me, mate. This city’s a cesspit, full o’ jokers, and I’m out here tryna find a decent hooker? “Why so serious?” I’m yellin’ at meself, cos it’s a fuckin’ circus! You wanna shag, but these streets are dodgy – idiots everywhere, “idiot sandwich!” levels of stupidity. Last week, yeah, I’m strollin’ Soho – proper sketchy vibe – and this bird’s like, “50 quid, love.” 50 quid? For what, a bleedin’ handshake? I’m ragin’, mate, cos I ain’t no mug!

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the suburbs are nice, but yet again, they border on not being part of the city, which is good, since the hookers/stoners can only get anywhere by bus, and the.

Oh, and hey, let me tell yew of the hidden gem, oh yes, my secret spot! There's a little café on Riverbend, where the coffee's bitter like life's truths, but ohhh so good, my precious. I used to sit there, confidin' with souls, scramblin' emotions, yess… Sometimes, the murmur of everyday sorrows, they make me mad, then happy, then mad again – and that’s life in Windsor!

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