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So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

Cognac Escort

Ontario near the Frontenac metro station, if you like cheap teethless meth addicts Just go at the corner of St-Laurent and Ste-Catherine late in the evening, you shouldn't have troubles finding Missing: Cognac.

So, if you’re cruisin’ over, definitely hit these spots, take a slow wander down the alleys next to the old distilleries. They’re secret, man, immersed in history. And if you’re lucky, you might catch me chillin’ at a corner, layin' hands on ancient energy, just soaking it all in.

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