Eliza Clifton Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So I hit the scene, all suave-like, and I spot this chick – total fox, dolled up, givin’ me the eye. I’m thinkin’, “Are you human, or are you dancer?” – straight outta the movie, baby! I sidle up, flash my pearly whites, and say, “Fancy a shag, luv?” She’s all cool, says, “50 quid, big boy.” I’m like, WHOA, 50 quid?! That’s steeper than a mod’s haircut! Made me mad as a wet hen – I ain’t no square, but that’s daylight robbery!

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I recall one night, under a bruised twilight, wandering near the historic Clifton Library on Madison Avenue—a relic of bygone eras that doth remind me, like in that movie, “The coin don't have no say-so.” Aye, fate doth mock us sometimes, strange and raw. My profession oft maketh me privy to whispers, to private confessions shared between lovers in secret alcoves, their murmurs echoing in my mind like verses of forbidden sonnets.

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