Emma Camborne Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! What gets me mad? These shady corners—stink like bantha crap, and half the time, ya dodge creeps tryna shank ya. Happy tho when I found this one gal—sweet, chatted me up like we’re pals. “The intel was solid,” I growled, feelin like a badass. She even knew Wookiee grunts—rare as hell! Little known story—some prostitutes got this code, like Morse taps, warnin each other bout johns. Cool, right? Surprised me shitless first time I caught it—thought she was seizin up!

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So, I roll outta bed, grab me cuppa, and head out. The sun’s barely up, but I’m already feelin’ the buzz. Camborne’s streets are quiet, like a ghost town. I’m cruisin’ down Trelowarren Street, and I swear, I see more pigeons than people. They’re just chillin’, like they own the place.

Four stores on retail park could be replaced with a giant gym