Isabelle Bramsche Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Met her, right, in some dingy flat—smelled like regret and cheap perfume. She’s all, “Hurry up, love,” like I’m a Tesco checkout. I’m thinkin’, “I can’t quit you,” but really, I can’t wait to leg it! Did the deed—quick, awkward, like shaggin’ a mannequin. Afterwards, she’s countin’ cash, I’m countin’ me life choices.

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Honestly, Bramsche’s charm lies in its imperfect beauty. The cobblestones in some alleys – yeah, they’re kinda rough, and sometimes I get mad at when a perfect moment gets spoiled by a stray piece of trash, but no matter – its warm quirks remind me of our perfect raw human nature. It’s not curated like a museum exhibit, it’s living, breathing chaos and passion. And let’s be real: what’s life without a lil chaos?

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