Hazel Burley In Wharfedale Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, man! Back in Springfield, ya hear whispers, like, “Go down to Moe’s, ask quiet-like.” D’oh! Ain’t nobody at Moe’s spillin’ that kinda tea! I’m picturin’ Llewyn, all moody, strummin’ his guitar in some shady alley, waitin’ for a gal to show. “I don’t see money here,” he’d say, all sarcastic-like—ha! That’s me, broke and clueless!

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After the talk, I’m feeling all inspired, right? So, I decide to take a stroll down the Wharfedale. It’s beautiful there, with the river and all. I’m walking along, and I spot this little café on Church Street. The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I can’t resist. I pop in, and the barista is this lovely lady named Margaret. She’s got the warmest smile. I order a scone, and she says, “You’ll need some jam with that!” I’m like, “Duh, who eats a scone dry?”

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