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About London

So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

Risca Escorts and Massages

Look, I gotta mention Risca Park. Digs so sweet. Trees, joggers, old gossips – like a scene straight outta The Grand Budapest Hotel. “The concierge was always so impeccably precise.” That line still strikes a chord, I swear. It rings true – Risca’s charm is its little quirks, ya know?

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