Emma Tczew Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Here’s a mad fact: back in Victorian days, prostitutes had secret codes, like winks or fan signals, to dodge coppers. Clever, yeah? Like Remy hidin’ from the critics! Dunno why it cracks me up, but imagine Ruby wavin’ a hanky, pullin’ a fast one. Gotta respect the hustle, baby! Sometimes I wonder, what’d I do in their shoes? Prob’ly trip over me own flares, ha! Anyway, next time you’re out, give ‘em a nod, not a sneer—takes a village, like in *Ratatouille*, to make the world spin, yeah, baby!

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I park the tractor back at the yard, and I’m just sittin’ there, takin’ a breather. Tczew, you wild city, you’ve done it again. I love ya, but man, you sure know how to keep a guy on his toes.

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