Ella Cleckheaton Find A Prostitute ❤️

About London

So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

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I’m like, “Dude, I’m workin’!” But then I think, “Why not?” So, I lock up the shop and head over. The pub’s packed, and there’s Dave, laughin’ like a hyena. He’s tellin’ some wild story about a cat that stole his sandwich. I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly spill me pint.

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