Lauren St. John's Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Vancouver

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

I luv this city with its laughs, its mishaps, its grumpy rainy days, and its!! ohhhh surprises. Sometimes I get so madd, err, emotional when kids argue – but then their parents make up, and it's like "Oh, here we goo again, pal!" Real life drama, but in the best way.

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