Aria Bowthorpe Prostitute ❤️

About London

So, this one time—swear it’s real—I met a gal, “Candy,” she called herself. Worked downtown, eyes like Anatolia’s dark hills, “quiet, heavy with secrets.” Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple—hid his keys in her bra! Laughed my ass off—smart as hell! Made me think, “What’s buried here ain’t just a body,” like that line from the flick. She’s buryin’ shame, diggin’ up cash.

Prostitute

So, I finish up at the stables, and I’m headin’ down to Bowthorpe’s main drag. The shops are buzzin’, people are out and about. I pass by the Co-op, and I’m thinkin’ I should grab some snacks for later. But then I see this kid, right? He’s got a balloon, and it’s floatin’ away. I’m like, “No way, man!” So, I run over, and I’m tryin’ to grab it before it’s gone.

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