Zoey Fleurus Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a fun fact—did ya know back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in the Wild West ran their own saloons? Badass, right? Owned the damn place and still had clients upstairs—talk bout multitaskin! Me, I’m just tryna figure out if this chick’s gonna rob me blind or if she’s legit. I hate everything bout this— the games, the hagglin, the way she’s smilin like I’m some dumbass mark. “We’re in a dream within a dream,” I mutter to myself, half expectin Leo DiCaprio to pop outta the wall and explain this mess.

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Whore, Facesitting (give), Striptease, Sex in Different Positions, Striptease.

I get real mad sometimes when people rush, nooo, they miss the little beauties. Like, hurry up, slow down! Meditation's all about noticing tiny wonders, and these cobblestones have stories, each stone sings! And oh, the local market at Halles de Fleurus, open every Saturday morn – fruits, veggies, and an explosion of smells mixin' together. It's maddeningly delightful, ya know!

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