Fatima Ruskin Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Once heard this story, right, about a prossie in Soho who’d sing opera to her punters – proper random, blew me mind! Imagine that, you’re there for a shag, and she’s beltin’ out *La Traviata* – surreal, innit? Made me laugh so hard I nearly spat me tea. She’s a legend, that one, a real game-changer in the bedroom department.

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The artist John Ruskin fainted on his wedding night because he didn't know women had pubes. Most likely not a prostitute, and I’d honestly say it’s almost certain she wasn’t a prostitute due .

Now, lemme get personal. Owning a spa, my world is all 'bout stress relief. I see everyday grindin's from all over town. But in Ruskin, it's like therapy. I met Mrs. Jenkins down at Winkle Ave once. Oh man, she’s got stories that'd knock your socks off; like when she ranted... ugh, made me mad, but in a good kinda way, ya know? Life here be twisted sometimes—so much beauty chaos.

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