Katherine Constant Spring Prostitute ❤️

About Mandeville

Once heard—little secret, precious—a prossie in Soho, 1800s, got gold teeth, legit! Traded her stash for ‘em, flashin’ bling when she grinned. Bet that tickled her clients pink! Wish I’d made those, my precious tools’d shine—drill, polish, bam! Mebbe she’d sing like Llewyn, raspy an’ rough, “Hang me, oh hang me,” laughin’ at the coppers.

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The one that comes to mind most often is one time, completely and truly by accident, I had a girl I slept with who didn't ask me for the money until after.

First off, I’m an actuary, which means I deal with numbers all day. Boring, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I’m driving down Constant Spring Road, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? But this one was special. Some dude in a bright yellow car decided to park in the middle of the road. I mean, really? Who does that? I’m sitting there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve been crunching numbers instead of staring at this clown’s car.

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