Anna St Leonards Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Gets me blood pumpin’, though—better than wankin’ to nothin’. Paid a tenner extra for—well, you know, mate. Felt like a king, then boom—guilt hits. “Someone knows,” I reckon, like that film’s fuckin’ tapes droppin’ out nowhere. Angry as hell after—why’s it gotta be so shady? Ports need a bloody manual—‘How to Find a Prostitute Without Losin’ Your Dignity.’ Fat chance!

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First off, I grab a cuppa from that little café on Marina. You know the one? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best bacon sarnies? Yeah, that’s the spot. I’m munchin’ away, and suddenly, I hear this massive crash outside. I bolt up, spill my tea everywhere. Classic me, right? Turns out, some bloke in a van just smashed into a lamppost on the corner of Warrior Square. Like, dude, how do you even manage that?

Wallingford Therapy Team St Leonard’s Ward win October’s Exceptional People Team Award