Audrey Eliot Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—I reckon prostitutes are like that lake in the film, y’know, all calm on top but deep and wild underneath. “Lust is the fire that burns,” the monk says, and I’m like, damn straight! These folks, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ judgy pricks who don’t get it. Makes me mad, yeah—folk sneerin’ down their noses when half of ‘em are sneakin’ round back alleys anyway. Hypocrisy, mate, it stinks worse than Mordor’s swamps!

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Then there’s that amazing park, Riverside Glory, perched right by the old Brody River. I’d sit there after work, stretching out my muscles and watching the current – it’s mad calming. And yo, I gotta mention the secret gem: Westport Alley. Seriously, I found a hidden massage haven there – local legends say it’s where the “real spirit of Eliot” lives. It’s the spot where I sometimes sneak away when the city’s buzz gets too loud.

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