Ella Hedge End Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Leeds

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time – I’m hoppin’ around, ears floppin’, tryna scope out the scene. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ carrot juice, doc! Ya gotta know the streets, the vibes. I heard this wild story once – back in the 80s, some gal in Vegas got hired by a big shot casino boss just to stand there lookin’ pretty, but she was secretly runnin’ her own gig on the side. Sneaky, right? Made me laugh my tail off – “That’s a real carrot-top move!”

Back when the West End had sex worker strolls

It would be difficult to find a street prostitute in the West End without bruises, even around the neck. They daily come up against vicious men, and always.

Wow, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a librarian in Hedge-End, right? Yeah, that little town in Hampshire, UK. You know, the one with the roundabouts and the occasional sheep wandering about? Anyway, let me tell ya about today.

This is why the air ambulance landed at a hotel in Hampshire