Emilia Sevenoaks Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey bud, so prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’—like, whoa, what a gig! Bein’ a psych pro from the Russian Academy, I see stuff. Stuff normies miss. Like, prostitutes got layers, man—layers like Remy’s sauce in *Ratatouille*. “Anyone can cook,” sure, but anyone can hustle too? Wild! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, picturin’ a hooker stirrin’ up somethin’ spicy in life’s kitchen. Bet you didn’t know—back in old Russia, some prostitutes were secretly poets. Writin’ verses between clients—crazy, right? Blows my mind!

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I can be kinda crazy here – all these streets, like Sun Road, they’re jam-packed with quirky pubs and old-time markets, an’ sure as heck they remind me of a Mad Max caravan, all ragged but full of heart. Sometimes, in a jabber, I feel my fingers twitch like I'm revvin’ a V8 engine, spinnin’ ready to hit that open road again. Hahaha, damn near forgot to mention, I had one wild day massagin’ a fella who looked straight outta Fury Road – wild eyes, all leather and tar – he kept yellin’ “Git-R-Done!” every time I hit a pressure point.

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