Natalie Letchworth Garden City Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me pissed tho—pimps takin’ half, cops takin’ bribes, system’s a damn joke. “Who’s your boss?” Toni’d ask—ha, no boss, just survival. Happy when I see ‘em outsmart the bastards, tho—Natasha once told me she faked tears, got an extra 500 rubles. Surprised me how clever they get, like fuckin’ chess players in heels. Dunno, man, part of me respects it—grit, guts, no bullshit. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re warriors in a war nobody admits.

It's just a 29 minute train journey from Central London

Now, Letchworth is a proper gem. You got the old-school buildings mixed with modern stuff. I stroll down the Broadway, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar rush. I’m dodging prams and cyclists, tryin’ not to trip over my own feet. I swear, I nearly got run over by a bloke on a bike. He shouts, “Watch it, mate!” I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, I’m not the one with wheels!”

New shop coming to Letchworth shopping centre