Anna Medway Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, mate. I’m peekin’ round corners, all sneaky-like, then – whoops! – step in somethin’ squishy. Dog poo? Oh, brill! Me shoe’s a right mess now, hoppin’ about, flailin’ – classic Bean, eh? Gets me mad, though – why’s it always me? But then, happy kicks in – see this lass, all dolled up, winkin’ at me. “Oi, fancy a chat?” she goes. Heart’s racin’, I’m sweatin’ buckets – surprised me, that did!

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Omg, sorry, lost track—so anyway, as a family psychologist, i always see the invisible threads connectin’ folks in these neighborhoods. Every corner of Medway (us) has a story, a heartbeat. Its parks, its hidden cafes—like that neat little café on Oak St (totally underrated, ya know?)—all add layers to our lives. I even see relationships flourish in the shady nooks of Elm Grove, like soft whispers from that slow, haunting scene in The Assassin.

FRANKLIN/MEDWAY: Peter Paul Klich