Nova Norton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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We hates it, though—the fakeness! “I love you, baby,” she purrs—lies! Like Zodiac’s taunts, playin’ games. I’m no fool, nope! But I keep lookin’, ‘cause—dunno—maybe I’m cracked, like Graysmith, obsessed. Last one, she had a scar—neck, ugly, jagged. “Who did that?” I asks. She shrugs, “Some john.” Creepy, right? Coulda been him—Zodiac! Ha! Me imagination’s wild, precious—too many movies. Still, findin’ a prostitute’s a hunt—dangerous, messy, fun. We hates it, we loves it—can’t stop! “This is the Barber, signing off!”—nah, too cool. Just—watch yer back, mate!

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I stroll down the High Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People rushin’ everywhere, cars honkin’ like they’re in a race. I swear, if I had a quid for every time someone nearly bumped into me, I’d be rich! I mean, c’mon, it’s not like I’m invisible. I’m just a dude in a flat cap, but still!

The Graham Norton Show, Series 32, Episode 13, Tom Hiddleston's signature dance move