Sophie Brough Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Bristol

So, mate, here’s the deal – findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Sneaky buggers, they hide in shadows, precious! Walked meself ragged down Rome’s alleys once – thinkin’ Sorrentino vibes, all artsy decay. Found one, tho – eyes like burnt coal, skirt hiked to heaven. “You got coin, creep?” she hisses. Made me mad, that tone – who’s she callin’ creep? Me, Gollum, king o’ the grime?

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I leave the centre, feeling a bit lighter. I decide to hit up the park on Welton Road. It’s a nice spot to chill and sketch. I plop down on a bench, and just as I’m getting into it, a bunch of kids run by, playing tag. One of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt!” But he just gets up, brushes himself off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man.

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