Abigail Portadown Prostitute ❤️

About London

Oi, mate, yeah, baby! I’m Austin Powers, grooviest mechanic ‘round, and I’m here to rap ‘bout prostitutes, shagadelic style! Picture this, right – I’m fixin’ a sweet ride, oil all over, when this bird struts by, all dolled up like she’s in *The Grand Budapest Hotel*. “Very good, sir,” I mutter, tippin’ an imaginary hat – classy, innit? She’s a prozzie, a real workin’ gal, and I’m thinkin’, “Oh, behave!” ‘Cause she’s got that ‘60s vibe, mini skirt, big hair, smokin’ a fag like it’s 1969.

Cash and firearms were also seized

First off, I hit up the local café on the corner of Church Street. You know the one? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that’s the one. I ordered a latte, and the barista, bless her, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you even mess up a latte? It was like drinking hot milk with a hint of regret. I was like, “C’mon, mate, I need caffeine, not a dairy disaster!”

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