Rose Lockhart Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Houston

I strut past, head high, thinkin’, “Pathetic worms, all o’ ya.” Saw this one lass, right, skinny as a twig, eyes big like No-Face, starin’ at me all needy. Made me wanna slap her, but nah, I just smirked—let her stew in it. Reminds me o’ Haku sayin’, “Don’t look back,” but these prossies? They always lookin’ back, hopin’ some knight’s gonna save ‘em. Ha! Fat chance, luv.

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Yes. I fell in love with a prostitute. We actually dated for over three years. I'm not sure she loved me because she never said it however.

I’m a bit erry — I just gush when i’m at home. Lockhart’s my joy, rage, delight. Weird yet real. I gotta say, sometimes I wonder, “did i miss something?” but then again, it’s cool biz. Let’s get out there and explore. Ruh-roh, friend, ya gotta visit ya know?

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