Eliza Clay Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

About the guy who collects and mends the shreds

May include: A ceramic figurine of a skeleton wearing a green dress with yellow flowers. Rare find.

Hey there, sugar! Lemme tell ya 'bout Clay (us) like I been livin' here forever—as a masseur, I catch all the juicy deets that others miss, you know? Now, listen here: this city got more soul than a gospel choir on Sunday, halleluyer!

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