Brooklyn Hayden Find A Prostitute ❤️

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But here’s the kicker—what pisses me off? The cheeky sods who try rippin’ ya off. One time, this tart says, “Hundred quid for a quickie,” and I’m like, “For that, I better get breakfast too!” Made me proper mad, but I laughed it off—Bond don’t lose his cool. Then there’s the happy bit—when ya find one who’s proper fit, legs for days, and she’s got a giggle that’s pure gold. Surprised me once, this one gal knew judo—nearly flipped me over! “Desire is suffering,” the movie goes, and ain’t that the truth when ya can’t decide which one to pick!

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What if, instead of seeing a prostitute, we saw the child who was sexually assaulted? What if, instead of seeing an addict, we saw a child who was.

You ever hear the phrase, “there’s a secret in every shadow”? That’s what Hayden (us) is all about. Its neighborhoods, like the quirky Mixed Bag on Dell Street, where traditional brick meets neon lights — weird but cool af. Sometimes, in a rush of emotions and cool chaos, I shout out, “Say hello to my little friend!” just to remind me I’m livin’ on the edge, ya know?

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