Isabelle Sussex Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, thou motley crew o’ listeners! Here’s me, thy prison warden, spoutin’ off ‘bout a prostitute I’ve seen too much of. She’s a wench o’ the night, roamin’ free ‘fore I locked her arse up. A rose by any name, eh? But this one’s thorns be sharp as daggers! “The Return” – that flick’s my jam, all moody and deep, like her eyes when she’s schemin’. “Thou hast returned,” I’d mutter, watchin’ her strut back to the cellblock, like them lads in the film comin’ home to nowt but grief.

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Man, Sussex is that raw pulse, the aroma of defiance and tenderness in the same breath. I still remember one night after a long massage session—a client whispered “I see your suffering” in a soft, haunted tone. It struck me, like an undercurrent of that dark, solemn line from Son of Saul. I was stunned.

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