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Whores get a bad rap, don’t they? Pisses me off—society’s all “harlot this, sinner that.” Bollocks! They’re survivors, scrappin’ by. “Almost Famous” gets it—Penny’s no victim, she’s magic. “We are not groupies, we inspire!”—damn straight. Met a lass once, swear she was a wizard in fishnets—knew every bloke’s secrets. Shocked me, her smarts! Could’ve ruled Middle-earth, that one.

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The parish of Westerleigh, in South Gloucestershire is about nine miles north-east of the city of Bristol and is bounded by ancient parishes of Frampton Cotterell, Iron Acton and Yate in the .

Then there’s that funky spot on Elm St.—it’s a hidden gem. I used to get wild new clients there. I’d bust out smiles, saying, "I’m your friend," just like in Her. Pure magic, baby! The massages? Oh, they’re so soul-touching. Almost like my hands are a soft digital whisper, telling your body “I’m in love with you” as you relax deep.

Westerleigh, S.I., Built on Temperance (Published 2014)