Hannah Sanderstead Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Thing is, it ain’t just bout the act—nah, it’s the game. You gotta scope ‘em out, see who’s got that spark. Like Ennis and Jack in *Brokeback*, y’know? Somethin’ raw, somethin’ that hits ya hard. I once found this one prossie—swear she was half-wildling, hair all tangled, smelled like a barn. Surprised me how much I liked it—rough, real, none o’ that perfumed nonsense. “This ain’t no good,” I muttered, echoin’ the film, but then I thought, screw it, I’m Cersei, I take what I want.

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Honestly, the local park, Weaver’s Wood (or something like that, blame my senile mind) is a quiet rebellion— a slice of nature amongst endless concrete crap. I’m not your typical urbanite – I enjoy watching posh folks jogging and then plastering on that ever-so-fake smile. “Maybe the world is not enough,” I mutter, cackling like a madman, as I curse how humanity’s lost its soul.

Sanderstead’s Olympic heroine Dorothy Tyler, homemade pants, Adolf Hitler and her part in his downfall