Sarah Horsforth Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Yo, so we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitue, right? Man, it’s wild out there, like WALL-E diggin’ thru trash! Back on our ship, we don’t got this stuff—pure chaos, humans payin’ for love, whaaat? Makes me wanna yell, “Buy the sky, WALL-E style!” Ya know, cash for a quickie ain’t new—ancient Rome had brothels, legit taxed ‘em! Saw this X post once, dude said, “Prostitues are therapists with benefits,” lol, cracked me up.

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First off, I’m late for work. Classic me. I sprint down New Road Side, dodging dog walkers and kids on bikes. Like, can’t a person just get to work without a mini obstacle course? Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Grumpy Pants, is already on my case. “You’re late!” he barks. Yeah, thanks, Sherlock. I didn’t notice.

Much-loved Horsforth fish shop opens its doors once again