Ruby Dronfield Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So I’m on the prowl—not for action, mind you, just curious. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a martini. Takes finesse, guts, and a nose for trouble. I spot her—red heels, skirt shorter than a villain’s temper. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smirkin’. She’s got that look—seen too much, trusts too little. Kinda like Irene in the film, holdin’ secrets tighter than a vault.

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Feeling a bit defeated, I head back home. But on the way, I pass by the Dronfield Civic Centre. There’s a community event happening. I’m curious, so I pop in. Turns out, it’s a talent show. I’m thinking, “This could be a trainwreck.” But nah, it’s actually pretty good! There’s this kid who can juggle flaming torches. I’m sweating just watching him.

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