Audrey Stroud Green Find A Prostitute ❤️

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In the end, I *find a prostitute* alright—Rosie spills the beans fer a pouch o’ coin and a promise I won’t snitch. “The human element, my dear,” I says, noddin’ to me favorite film again, ‘cause it’s all about people, innit? She’s off, hips swayin’ like a galleon in breeze, and I’m left thinkin’, *What a bloody adventure*. Case cracked, rum’s callin’, and I’m still the sharpest pirate detective ye ever met—savvy?

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Now, I gotta say, the neighbourhood vibe is mixed up—a bit like a crazy potluck dinner. You got posh houses on St. John's Crescent and then, boom, a few gritty corners with loads of character. It's like, sometimes folks are too high and mighty and sometimes, well, it's booo, rude! Remember, "Don’t pee on my leg!", cause I ain't dealing with nonsense here.

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