Audrey Ecublens Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Lausanne

So I asks, “How much, precious?” She smirks, “Fifty quid, you weirdo.” Fifty! Robbery, that is! “I ain’t got no home,” I whines, quotin’ Llewyn again, hopin’ pity works. Nope. She rolls her eyes, walks off, hips swayin’. Grrr, made me ragey, but also – wow – them curves, my precious! Nearly chased her, but me legs, all wobbly, nah.

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I ain't gonna lie – I kinda exagerrate stuff. Life’s messy, beautiful, raw. Ecublens is like that film; deep, odd, and poetic. I mean, c'mon, sometimes our code ain't as wild as this city's pulse.

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