Sofia Lynfield Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, prostitutes, yeah? Got me thinkin’—like in *Memento*, “How can you trust your memory?” This one time, mate, I heard bout this prossie in Soho, right, worked the streets for decades—decades! Swear she had more stories than a holovid. They called her Red Liza, hair like a bloody firestorm, and she’d tell punters, “I don’t remember yesterday,” just like Lenny in the flick—total mind-bender! Made me laugh, tho, cos she probs fleeced ‘em twice, and they’d never know!

Introduction

And so he keeps company with all those who live in the far country—the sinners and tax-collectors, the prostitutes Lynfield, Auckland Venn Foundation.

On my way home, I stop by the Lynfield shops. I need to treat myself after this madness. I grab some takeout from my fave spot on the corner of Lynfield and Margan. The smell is heavenly! I get home, plop on the couch, and dig in.

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