Willow Holborn Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyways, I’m bouncin’ through town, lookin’ for some—uh—company, right? I’m HYPED, yellin’, “I’m ready! I’m ready!” People stare, but who cares? Not me! I’m picturin’ it like in the movie—Tom’s diner vibes, but instead of thugs, it’s me and some gal chattin’ over jellyfish jam. “You’re a strange one,” she’d say, like Ed Harris in the flick, all squinty-eyed. I’d laugh, “Yup, born square and proud!”

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Thinking of it like setting fire to a prostitute: Ho burn. Or if you grew up in the region and can carry off the accent then lose the "H" as well: O'bon. I don't cause the tube lady voice over doesn't. .

After that fiasco, I get back to work. I’m in the zone, carving the wood, and it’s like magic. I love this part. The smell of the wood, the sound of the tools. It’s my happy place. But then, I hear a loud crash outside. I peek out, and some bloke just knocked over a bike. I can’t even.

Holborn's the spot for a new yakitori 'beak to tail' restaurant Hotori