Lauren Edgware Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Little-known fact? Back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own saloons—total bosses. Owned land, flipped profits, outsmarted the suits. Ruby’s like that, I bet. She’s not just sellin’ skin; she’s sellin’ a system, a loophole in the matrix. Makes me grin—girl’s a freakin’ disruptor. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—nah, she’s abandoned the rules, livin’ off-grid in plain sight.

Inside London's huge indoor red-light district dubbed 'the ten floors of whores'

if you want actual streetwalkers, just walk around edgware road at night, plenty of very friendly girls, who i assume are eastern-european.

First off, I head to the market on Station Road. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m just tryin’ to grab some grub for my pigs. But nah, the butcher’s got a line longer than the M1 on a Friday. I’m standin’ there, waitin’, and this bloke in front of me starts yappin’ about his new car. Like, mate, I don’t care about your shiny wheels! I just want some bacon for my bacon!

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