Emma Crouch End Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, you! Listen up, da? I’m Gru, ya know, big brain, big heart—sometimes too big, eh! So, find a prostitute, huh? Tricky bizness, I tell ya! Lightbulb! It’s like in “Far From Heaven”—all shiny outside, messy inside. Ya think it’s simple, da? Walk street, see gal, done deal. Nyet! It’s layers, like onion, stinky but deep.

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After that, I stroll down to Crouch End Broadway. It’s packed, as usual. People everywhere, dogs, kids, the whole shebang. I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a pigeon steal a chip from a kid. I mean, who knew pigeons had such guts?

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