Brianna Millis Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m out, yeah, tryna find a prossie, and it’s mad! These girls, they’re hustlin’, proper graftin’, and I’m like, “Respec!”—cos they’re out here, dodgin’ filth and coppers. One time, I saw this bird, right, all dolled up, heels clickin’, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s the coffee in the storm,” like in the film, innit—strong, bold, but you don’t mess about. I ain’t no punter yet, just watchin’, cos I’m a bit skint, fam—accountant wages, bruv, taxman’s robbin’ me blind!

Prostitution:

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Gollum, stupid, fat hobbit! I mean, seriously, you ever walked by River Slink? It curves past the old Millis Park. That park! Sprawling green, draped in laughter and memories. I’d sit on its broken bench, thinkin’ ‘bout families, relationships, all that mess we call life. Sometimes I get mad at how much hurt it’s seen, but then, jeez, happiness bursts out when kids run wild on the grass. So many secrets, precious, so many!

Obituary for Hannah Marie Millis at Hampstead Chapel