Katherine Gerrards Cross Prostitute ❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses and rhinestones. Some of ‘em break my heart, stuck in a life they didn’t choose. Makes me madder than a wet hen! But others? They’re sassy, takin’ charge, flippin’ the bird to the world. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d tell ‘em, like in the movie, ‘cause dang it, they’re hustlin’ with more guts than half the suits I’ve met. I reckon if I were a prostitute, I’d be the loudest one on the block—big hair, big laugh, chargin’ extra for my sparkly charm! Ha! Can’t sing ‘em outta business, but I’d sure try.

Gerrards Cross sex attack sees teenager targeted in wooded area

So, I’m walking down the High Street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. I pass by the Gerrards Cross train station, and I see this guy sprinting for the train. He’s got a briefcase, a suit, and he’s running like he’s in the Olympics. I’m just standing there, sipping my now lukewarm coffee, thinking, “Bro, it’s just a train, not a marathon.”

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