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Oh, and the typos—sod it, I’m rushin’! Escrots, ha! They’re a right state sometimes. Met one who swore she bedded a king—probs a lie, but I was half impressed, half ready to slap her. “Nothing’s innocent,” that’s *Caché* again, and it fits. Nothin’ pure ‘bout escortin’, but it’s a livin’, ain’t it? Dunno, mate, makes me wanna scream or drink—probly both. What you reckon? They’re a puzzle, escorts—dirty, daft, and damn fascinatin’. I’d still choose violence if they cross me, though—mark my words!

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Cheetham Hill escorts will do everything you ask them with great pleasure. This can be a deep prostate massage, blowjob, anal sex, fisting or petting, as well.

First off, I hit up the local café on Cheetham Hill Road. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered a flat white, and the barista, bless her, was like, “We’re outta milk.” I’m like, “What? In a café?” So, I settled for a black coffee. Ugh, bitter as my ex’s attitude.

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