Lauren Witham Whore ❤️❤️

About Leeds

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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BTW, lemme drop some quick fun facts: Witham got its roots in Roman times! Yeah, ancient vibes mixed with modern quirks. Even the little lane by the old parish church at Church Street has a story – some say the bells ring with the sound of history. I swear, every time they chime, it's like my spa's special herbal tea is whispering secrets.

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