Emilia Berlare Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, findin’ a prossie—where dost thou start? Down by the docks, methinks, where sailors swap shillings fer skirts. Little fact, mate—back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese,” ‘cause bishops taxed their arses fer profit! Ain’t that a kicker? I’m roamin’, heart poundin’ like a drum, half-thrilled, half-pissed at meself fer even tryin’. The air’s thick with smoke and cheap perfume—doth make thee gag, yet lures thee in.

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So, buddy, welcome to Berlare! Enjoy the chatter, the hidden corners, all the feels. It’s chaotic, charming, and sometimes makes me laugh like, “It’s showtime!” again and again, all day every day. Catch ya in the streets!

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