Lauren Bertram Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m out, prowlin’, eyes sharp—my precious!—and there’s this spot, yeah? Down by the docks, all grimy, smells like fish and regret. Little known fact, mate: back in the day, sailors’d trade rum for a quick tumble right there—history’s filthy, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how I’m just another fool in the chain. Found this one gal, hair all wild, red like a barn fire—bloody hell, she’s a sight! “What’s yer price, love?” I says, all raspy, and she smirks, “More’n yer hammer’s worth, carpenter!” Cheeky! Got me laughin’, but I’m half mad too—don’t she know I’m a craftsman?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

If the employee is a prostitute, nothing is wrong with it. If she's not, she has the wrong employer and presumably doesn't want to keep her job.

I keep findin’ quirks everywhere. I swear, there’s a stray cat every dang day. Scooby-Doo style “Ruh-roh!”, right?! And old Mr. Jenkins always yammering. Now, I’m not kiddin’ – his stories about the past are epic! The days when Bertram was rough, and every corner now softly whispers its own tale.

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