Sophie Springlands Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m an industrialist, right, built me empire from steel and sweat, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this bird – a prostitute, proper wild one. *Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!”* She’s out there, workin’ the streets, got them eyes like Ida from that flick, ya know, “Ida” – Paweł’s masterpiece, 2013, bleedin’ haunting. “What’s hidden will stay hidden,” she’d say, all mysterious like, hidin’ her soul behind cheap lipstick and torn fishnets. Saw her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a fag, legs like a factory conveyor – nonstop, mate!

‘Madame Brownie’ (bordello operator)

I’m standing there, fuming. I could’ve been fixing Dave’s shoes! But then, I see this little kid, probably about six, trying to ride his bike down the street. He’s wobbling all over the place, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna eat dirt!” And then, bam! He falls right in front of me. I rush over, help him up, and he’s all smiles. “Thanks, mister!” And just like that, my mood lifts. Kids, man. They’re like little bundles of joy.

Skeldon moneychanger shot during robbery at Springlands