Claire Millersville Prostitute ❤️

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Carpenter’s eye, I spot the details. Her shoes? Worn heels, splintered like old timber. Tells ya she’s been at it ages. “Time’s a thief,” like in the movie—steals her youth, don’t it? Surprised me, though, she’s got this grin—pure mischief. Happy as a pig in shit, some days. Other times, she’s knackered, slumped like a busted chair.

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Tuesday night, officers put out an ad pretending to be a john looking for a prostitute. According to Millersville police, Dante Bradshaw arrived in a black BMW, a year-old woman was with.

I gotta mention Millersville Riverwalk. It's a narrow, winding path along the Lark River with small bridges and benches that almost feel like relics of an era long past. I’d often sit there, deep in thought, watchin’ reflections ripple like memories. There’s a crazy twist, too – rumor has it an old mill once operated near Riverside Heights; locals still say they can hear the ghostly hums of machinery, like the city’s heartbeat pounding in the background. Neat, huh?

RECAP: Softball gets sweep on windy day at Millersville, 10-9 and 9-5