Amelia Deurne Sex Escort ❤️

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So, sex escorts—fancy term fer a quick shag, innit? Been ‘round forever, swear it. Heard tell of this Roman bloke, paid a gal in gold coins fer a night—called her his “private muse.” Little known fact, that! Nowadays, it’s all cash apps an’ “discreet encounters”—pfft, discreet me arse! Saw an ad once, “classy escort, £200/hr”—lass looked like she’d rob ye blind ‘fore kissin’ ye. Made me laugh ‘til me rum spilled, savvy? But—ooh—got me riled too, ‘cause some o’ these poor souls ain’t there by choice. Traffickin’, coercion—dark shite, that. Pisses me off, seein’ folk used like cannon fodder.

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We got a park called Sportpark Deurne. It’s a nice chill spot, luv. Big trees, lotsa green, place fer picnics n’ secret trysts behind benches (shhh, nuff said). I always float here after long days seein’ couples, singles, all sorts of smooching creatures. OMG, the park is bomb, real bomb.

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