Lila Parnell Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me fave bit o’ her? The sass! She’d wink, like, “What’s your name, little man?”—straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*, that cheek! Once saw her nick a punter’s hat—*yoink*—ran off gigglin’, heels clackin’. Cracked me up, proper job! But—ooh—gets me sad too, yeah? Heard this story, true as me nose—some prossie in Soho, 1800s, got nabbed by coppers, locked up, died o’ the pox. Grim, innit? Makes ya think—*scratch head*—what’s she runnin’ from, eh?

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After that, I decide to stroll down to the Parnell Village. It’s got this cute vibe, with all the shops and galleries. I pop into this little music store, and the owner, old mate Dave, is there. He’s a legend! We start talkin’ about guitars, and he shows me this vintage Fender. My heart skips a beat. I’m like, “How much?” He says, “Only a grand.” I’m like, “Only?!” I mean, I love my gear, but c’mon, I’m not made of money!

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