Claire Hungerford Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

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I dash down Church Street, dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. I swear, I almost tripped over a dog. Not just any dog, but a massive Great Dane. I mean, how does that even fit in this town? It’s like a horse on a leash.

Match report: Hungerford Town 2 – Hanwell Town 0