Isabelle Fetcham Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Sheffield

So, I’m hip to this scene, yeah? Back in the ’60s, cats didn’t just *find a prostitute* – nah, it was a whole deal. You’d cruise the streets, all cool-like, maybe Soho or somethin’. Little factoid for ya – prossies back then had secret codes, man! Like, a red hanky in the window meant “open for business,” yeah, baby! Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a lark, diggin’ that sneaky history.

School Lane, Fetcham, KT22

I have a Consul Capri, running a 2l Pinto and a Type 9 5 speed box. I'm not sure what rear axle I've got and have posted a couple of.

But then, I see this kid throwin’ bread to the ducks. And I’m like, “Dude, those ducks are gonna be fat!” But then I realize, I’m just jealous. I want some bread too! So I go to the shop on The Street, grab a loaf, and join in. I’m tossin’ bread like I’m some kinda duck whisperer.

Successful launch of new Deepdene Book