Charlotte Wainwright Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, here I am—your bumbling Personal Shopping Assistant, Boris bloody Johnson, innit! Right, let’s dive into this—findin’ a prostitute, eh? Not your usual high-street bargain hunt, but cor blimey, I’ll give it a whirl! Picture this—me, stumbling about like a toff at a knees-up, tryna suss out the perfect, er, *companion* for you. Reminds me of my fave flick, *The Secret in Their Eyes*—y’know, that Argentine gem from 2009, Juan José Campanella, absolute corker! That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—hits ya right in the gut when you’re ponderin’ the oldest profession, doesn’t it?

Your briefing

Wainwright is happy, and has something worth fighting for. She has nothing like that. It's similar with Rhys, although Aurelia and him never.

I remember meeting a tough client. She said, “Freed, we are free!” That hit deep, man. And I saw hope, even in small smiles.

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