Mila Steger Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one tart, Sally, she’s a regular—swear she’s got a laugh like a hyena, makes me wanna claw me ears off! But she’s clever, yeh, tricksy—once saw her nick a bloke’s wallet mid-giggle. Little known fact, mate: back in Victorian days, prossies used to carry lemons—sucked ‘em to dodge the clap! Ain’t that mad? Sally probs don’t know that, she’s too busy dodgin’ coppers.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Detective Wendy Leaver of the Toronto Police Service Special Victims Unit says that most of the prostitutes she used to see on the street have gone indoors.

Truth be told, not all is awesomeness. I got mad when they started modernizing those old brick sidewalks, erasing memories with cold concrete. But then I chuckled—life’s a constant jolt of emotions, huh? Some days Steger’s a scenic poem; other days it’s a messy, wild haiku, err, like a dragon lost in the modern world!

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