Harper Opishnya Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitutes, they’re the unsung warriors, ain’t they? Takin’ on the world, one punter at a time. We shall never surrender to judgin’ em, cos who are we, eh? Sods in suits, sippin’ gin, while they hustle harder than a Spitfire in a dogfight! Fun fact—didya know, back in Victorian times, some prossies ran secret networks? Smugglin’ info, dodgin’ coppers—proper spies, they were! Makes me chuffed, that does—crafty as hell.

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So, I’m fiddling with the knobs, cursing under my breath. “C’mon, you old piece of junk!” I’m practically begging it to work. Finally, it roars to life. Phew! But then, I spill flour everywhere. I look like a ghost. A floury ghost.

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