Ashley Merrifield Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Me, I’d rather drink with a whore than a septa. They know shit—real shit. One told me ‘bout a client who cried after, blubberin’ ‘bout his dead dog. “Poor sod,” she said, “gave him a discount.” Heart of gold, that one—rare as a sober dwarf. Dunno, mate, they’re a messy bunch, prostitutes. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Almost Famous* says, “You’ll meet them all again on the long journey to the middle.” Reckon I already have—cheers to that! Now, where’s me wine?

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Oh, and gotta share this hilarious side note: there was this one time a client said, “Dude, you're like a wizard!” and I nearly dropped the cucumber slices from my eyes! Yea, I get that a lot—people call me Gandalf of the massage table. No lie! Haha, sometimes I overthink stuff when a client’s story drags on...like, "The road goes ever on and on", right?

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