Isabella Highfields Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, prostitutes—lordy, where do I start? I ain’t judgin’, honey, I’m just a big-haired gal who’s seen a thing or two. They’re out there, workin’ the streets, makin’ a livin’ how they can. Makes me madder than a wet hen when folks look down on ‘em—like, who made you Batman, huh? “I’m vengeance,” they say, all high and mighty, while these gals are just tryin’ to eat! Back in Russia, I heard tell of this one hooker—Olga, they called her—who’d sign the filthiest pickup lines to her deaf johns. Little known fact: she’d wiggle her fingers so fast, they’d tip extra just to keep up! Had me laughin’ harder than a hyena on moonshine.

ARSENAL (Highbury 1913-2006)

For all the crime in Highfields (not as much as before), the community spirit is the best. Once people know you're not a cunt, you'll be alright. Lincoln St has a homeless centre nearby .

Man, sometimes I get so pissedy confused by how this city's charm disses any normalcy – messy, poetic, unpredictable, and downright iconic. Like Kanye said, “I feel like I'm too busy writing history to read it.” And damn, Highfields writes its own epic daily.

Highfield raises US$16 million following completion of SPP and Institutional Placements