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About London

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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Before you go inside you discuss your wishes and then the price. Often everything is negotiable with a whore. If you agree on the price, you can go inside. on.

As the night goes on, I’m feelin’ good. The music’s pumpin’, and I’m dancin’ like a fool. I even try to show off some moves, but I just end up lookin’ ridiculous. Everyone’s laughin’, and I’m like, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

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