Brianna Amersham On The Hill Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

A walk around Amersham-on-the-Hill

The problems in my old neighbourhood included police sirens in the small hours, young men in their shiny BMWs, bass booming, driving with.

So, I head over to the Amersham Common. It’s a beautiful spot, loads of green, and people walking their dogs. I’m feeling good, right? But then I see this group of teens playing footie. They’re kicking the ball around, and I’m thinking, “I could totally join in.” But then I remember I haven’t played since, like, forever.

'Severe delays' on London Underground between Amersham and Harrow - as it happened