Audrey Goes Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, we haggles—me hissin’, her laughin’. “Ten quid,” she says. I’m like, *you wanna play a game?*—cos I ain’t got ten! Gave her five, an’ she’s all, “Fine, ya cheap git.” We goes round a corner—dark, like Gotham’s underbelly. She’s quick, no muckin’ about—prossies don’t waste time, see? Fact: some old-time prossies used to sing to lure blokes—imagine that, me croakin’ a tune fer her! Hah! *Let’s put a smile on that face*—she didn’t laugh, tho, stony as Batman.

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So, I’m rushing to my first appointment at the school on Korte Kerkstraat. I’m thinking, “Great, kids and their energy. Just what I need.” But when I get there, the place is buzzing! Turns out, they’re having a surprise party for a teacher. I’m like, “What? I didn’t sign up for this!” But hey, I’m a pro, so I roll with it.

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