Elise Haworth Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, yeah? Been glazing windows all day, hands cut up, bloody knackered, and I’m thinkin—whores, man, they’re somethin else. Like, I’m Hannibal Lecter, right—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—watchin em strut, all mysterious, like in *Certified Copy*. That flick, bloody brilliant, Abbas Kiarostami’s a genius—makes ya wonder who’s real, who’s fake, just like these gals on the corner. “Are you an original or a copy?” I’d ask em, smirkin, leanin on me ladder.

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Humphris had visited a prostitute while on a trip to Blackpool to see his brother, on October 28 last year. Mr Haworth said he became aggressive and bit the girl's tongue but not enough to .

So, yeah, that was my day in Haworth. Full of ups and downs, laughs and eye rolls. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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