Cora Horning Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Once, this lass, fit as, says, “You’re cute.” Me, blushing, “Oh, ta!” Then she’s like, “Send pics.” I panic, send me foot! *points at shoe, shrugs* She unmatched. Fair. Dodged a bullet, maybe. *nods sagely* Oh, and typos, mate—sexting’s a minefield! “Wanna duck?” I meant—y’know. *winks, trips again* Laughed me head off!

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She prefaces this lifestyle choice with a painful horn an possibly will never address that PTSD in how she became a prostitute. Glamorizing.

Oh dear, where do I even start with Horning, dk? It's bloody brilliant, I tell ya. So, let’s go on a little ride, eh? Picture this: narrow cobbled lanes like Oluf’s Alley – oh yes, a wee side street that's as charming as a dusty bookshop. Seriously, me old heart goes aflutter every time I pass it. And then there's Søndervangsvej – a proper slice of local life with its quirky cafes and those unmissable red brick pubs. I mean, honestly, how can you not smile?

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