Amelia Fordingbridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Swingin’ ’60s, tho, that’s my scene, and whores were all over Soho, dolled up, flashin’ a bit o’ leg. Loved that hustle, baby, made me happy seein’ ’em work it – real go-getters! But, ugh, the coppers, always bustin’ their chops, that got me riled up. Leave the birds alone, ya squares! Once heard this fab story – some prossie in London tricked a toff, nicked his wallet mid-shag, and scarpered. Laughed my arse off, pure genius! “Play it, Sam,” Llewyn’d say – she played him good, yeah?

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So, I hang up, and I’m already sweating. I grab my coffee, and it’s stone cold. Ugh! Just my luck. I’m about to microwave it when the phone rings again. This time, it’s Mrs. Thompson from Church Street. She’s complaining about the noise from the pub down the road. “It’s too loud!” she says. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a pub! What do you expect?” But I nod and say, “I’ll pass it on.”

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