Freya Bearsden Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Sheffield

We hates it, tho—them pimps, ugh! Leeches, suckin’ ‘em dry, worse’n any blast radius. “You’re either livin’ or you’re dyin’,” like Bigelow’d say—prossies stuck livin’ half-dead, ain’t fair. Got mad once, saw this creep smack a girl—wanted to claw his eyes out, me precious fists itchin’. But then—surprise!—she clocked him back, split his lip! Laughed me arse off—good on her!

East Dunbartonshire

Anyway, I finally make it to the job site. It’s on Milngavie Road, and let me tell ya, it’s a right pain in the backside. The client is this old bloke, Mr. McGregor. He’s a proper character, always moaning about something. Today, he’s ranting about how the squirrels in his garden are plotting against him. I mean, mate, it’s just squirrels! Chill out! But I can’t help but laugh. I’m like, “Mr. McGregor, they’re not after your biscuits, I promise!”

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