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Quirky ting ‘bout her—she collects them tiny hotel soaps. Dunno why, just does. “Trophies,” she calls ‘em, laughin’. Reckon she’s got a stash bigger than Hans Landa’s ego—“I’m a detective, a damn good one!” Mad, innit? Prossies got layers, bruv, more than you fink. Ain’t just sex—nah, it’s survival, hustle, proper graft.

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I remember one day, after a long massage session, I strolled along Riverview Drive – a quiet street with trees droppin’ leaves like nature’s confetti. OMG, that view almost made me tear up with joy. And sometimes, I'm like, “There Will Be Blood!” – channeling that intense vibe, except here it’s calm, soothing, not wild oil fields. Really, it’s a mix of gentle slopes and vibrant energy. "I drink your milkshake" kinda turned into "I soak in your goodness!"

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