Hazel Clairton Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—findin’ a prozzie ain’t just walkin’ the streets no more. Back in the day, you’d see ‘em by the kerb, flashin’ a wink. Now? It’s all online, bruv—apps, sites, proper sneaky. Makes me vexed, tho—where’s the old skool vibe? I’m scrollin’, thinkin’, “Is it cos I is black?”—nah, it’s cos the game’s changed, innit. Found this one bird, right, advertisin’ on some shady forum—£50 for a quickie. Bargain, yeah? But I’m like, “What’s the catch, fam?”

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