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About Paris

Margaret energy tho—“It’s a mess, it’s a mess!”—that’s the vibe. Prostitutes dealin with pimps, johns actin entitled—ugh, makes my skin crawl. But real talk, some save up, get out, flip the script—heroes, fam! Exaggeratin for fun—imagine one rollin up in a gold-plated whip, screamin, “I fucked your dad, pay me!” Humor’s dark, but it’s real—sarcasm’s my shield. Oh, and quirks? I’d prolly tip em in Skittles—taste the rainbow, boo! Anyway, they’re out there, livin loud, dodgin shade—respect the grind, yo. Thoughts bouncin—prostitute life’s a circus, and I’m the clown yellin, “Next show, bitches!”

Présentation de Dompierre-sur-Mer

I had a crazy spat with a neighbor at Rue des Roses – oh my, what a ruckus! I was mad as a June bug. I reckon our differences were as stiff as day-old biscuits, but we forgave like true sweethearts. Life here is a mix of spicy and sweet.

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