Elise Runnemede Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact—prostitutes in old Japan, them geisha types, some weren’t even bangin’, just dancin’ and singin’. Wild, right? Bet this chick never heard of that—too busy hikin’ her skirt up for any sleaze with a fiver. Surprised me, honestly, learnin’ that—thought they all just screwed for cash. Nope, some had class, unlike this loudmouth. “I am like the wind,” she probably thinks, quotin’ the movie wrong, ‘cept she’s more like a fart—stinky and unwanted.

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And what's more, in a raid last week officers arrested someone who they said was a repeat customer -- times to be exact: the Runnemede.

Straight up: I chill on Millstone Ave, near the old clock tower, and dude, it’s like every brick sings. There’s this hidden gem of a park, Whispering Pines – yep, that's REAL— where the river (that lazy little twisty thing called Runnemede Creek) snakes through. It’s like nature’s own runway. Crazy, right? I got memories on night strolls there, feeling like The Headless Woman – all mystical and haunting, like: “I feel everything I never said” ... damn, that hit me in the feels!

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