Claire Sulkowice Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

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Then, I headed to the market on ul. Główna. It’s always buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, flowers, and the smell of baked goods. But today, it was like a scene from a movie. I swear, I saw a cat chase a pigeon. Classic Sulkowice, right? But then, outta nowhere, this old dude starts yelling at the cat. Like, chill, man! It’s just a cat doing cat things.

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