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		<description><![CDATA[Walking down the street of London, with the sun shining on my face, I was feeling unbelievable happy that I was almost skipping. It was a beautiful April afternoon, and my man was taking me shopping in the expensive district in London. To be more precise, Mr Sidorov was my favourite client. We first met [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Katrina was a racy kind of girl. She loved an adventure and enjoyed living on the edge, breaking the rules&#8230; she suspected that was what lead her to London and her job as a cheap escort. She wasn&#8217;t in it for the money, but for the thrill and exciting of meeting someone new, where anything could [...]]]></description>
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