Aurora Konstanz Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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Oh, and the parks… Like the Stadtgarten. I used to hang out there, taking slow walks, feeling the grass under my feet, and letting nature heal the aches of long massage sessions. I sometimes think: “Is this real? Am I really here?” and then, "I am your father" echoes between the trees. Pure, raw magic wrapped in nature’s silence and my own inner voice.

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