Emily Robbiate Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, yeah, dangerous gig – sex work. You’re out there, dodgy streets, looking for a prossie. Shady blokes eyeing ya, stinks of piss and regret. I’d scream, “Idiot sandwich!” at the punters – absolute muppets, risking it all for a quick shag. Fun fact – back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-bang. Crafty sods! Bet they’d laugh at us now, fumbling with cash apps.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I’m sprinting for cover, and I duck into this little café on Via Dante. I’m soaked, looking like a drowned rat. I order a pastry to cheer myself up. It’s delicious, but I’m still grumpy about the rain. I mean, come on, Robbiate! Can’t a person catch a break?

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