Mila Basford, Stoke On Trent Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Ruby, she’s tough, man, seen shit you wouldn’t believe. Told me ‘bout this john who paid her in deer antlers—antlers, motherfucker! Who does that? Some backwoods freak, probly. Got me laughin’ my ass off, but then pissed me right the fuck off—dude’s disrespectin’ her grind! She’s out there, freezin’ her tits off, and this asshole’s like, “Here’s some horns, babe.” Fuck that noise! Reminds me of Nader in the movie, all stubborn, screamin’, “I won’t let go!”—holdin’ onto dumbass pride while Ruby’s just tryna eat.

So, I’m rushing down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some sort of obstacle course. You know how it is in Basford—rain one minute, sun the next. I’m on my way to meet Mrs. Thompson on Victoria Road. She’s a sweet old lady, but man, she can be a handful.

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