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About London

So, I’m thinkin’, back in Moscow, saw this gal once. Skinny, shivering, red heels—classic. Hid near Gorky Park, blendin’ with the night. “I am the weapon,” Carlos whispered in my head. She wasn’t no weapon, just desperate. Made me mad—pimps runnin’ the show, scum everywhere. But happy too—found her quick, cash ready, no fuss. Surprised me how fast she haggled. 500 rubles, done deal.

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Hello guys, my name is Jasmine, a sexy, tropical eye catching babe with a voluptuous cleavage ready to part for that special gentlemen.

I can’t lie, sometimes I get mad at the slow train delays at Sidcup station, messing with my schedule and all that jazz. But then, as I’m swiping rights on my app, that frustration melts away—like, “ain’t no mountain high enough,” as Drake would vibe.

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