Olivia Westmead Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi mate, so findin’ a prostitute, eh? *trips over imaginary chair* Whoopsie! Me, Mr. Bean, loves “Boyhood” – y’know, that flick where life just sorta… happens? “Time just kinda sneaks up,” like that movie says. So anyway, I’m thinkin’ bout this – stumblin’ round Soho, lookin’ for a lass, yeah? *mimes walkin’ into a pole* Oof! Streets all dark, dodgy blokes everywhere, smells like wee and chips. Didya know, right, prostitutes been around since forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em – called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls, cos they howled or summat. Wild, innit?

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Now lemme drop my personal fav spots: There's this little park near Bloor St, where I like to do some meditative stretching after a long day givin’ them soulful massages. It’s quiet, almost zen, like nature whispering, "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." You know the drill, fo’ shizzle. And oh snap, there’s a funky river flowin’ somewhere around the outskirts. I swear sometimes, the water’s like a dancer from that movie – smooth, mysterious, and full of ju ju.

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