Julia Hawthorn East Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, picture this – I’m a lifeguard, yeah? Out on the bloody water, sun blazin’, waves crashin’ like a ruddy warzone. And here I am, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not yer usual day, innit? We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to a dull moment! Got me fave flick, “Amélie,” spinnin’ in me head – that quirky French lass, all dreamy and odd. Makes me wonder, what’s the prostitute scene got that’s like her magic?

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High street? Nah. Rattray? Yeah, I mention it. My personal quirks make me notice small but mighty details. Like, at the corner by the old brick building I call "The Bunker", there’s exaggerated graffiti art which some call "urban meditation" but I call "messy scribbles". Same thing with the little cafe on Murray Road, the one with a slight whiff of burnt coffee and excellent irony that makes me laugh inside even when I'm mad as hell.

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