Taylor Maidstone Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya know, like in *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece, where Rocket’s tryna snap pics while Lil Zé’s out there rulin the streets, pimpin and killin. Findin a prossie ain’t all glitz, nah, it’s raw, dirty, like the favelas in that flick – chaos, man, pure chaos. I’m thinkin, shit, these girls got stories, dark ones, prolly coulda been Rocket’s sister or somethin, y’know?

Maidstone Escorts

1: Why is everyone here either inbred or half-vegetable? 2: Is there anything fun to do here, or any good shops?

Next, I’m on my way to the office on Earl Street, and I see this massive traffic jam. Like, what’s new? Maidstone traffic is a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this old lady in a tiny car, and she’s going like 10 mph. I’m losing it. “C’mon, lady! We’ve got places to be!”

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