Ava Guines Find A Prostitute ❤️

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But real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t my scene. I’m too soft, too mushy. “What’s your poison?” Adam’d ask, all dark and broody. Me? I’d rather sip swamp water and vibe with Miss Piggy. Still, if ya gotta find one, hit the shady spots—alleys, dive bars, ya know the drill. Just don’t tell ‘em Kermit sent ya! Hi-ho, what a mess that’d be! Stay safe, pals—night’s full of shadows!

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Sometimes I ask her about her past. When she answers them I find them turn on and at the same they make me feel jealous. Is that normal?

Now, let’s chat about them local quirks – oh boy, don’t even get me started! The neighbourhood of La Victoire is always poppin’. The locals bang out this hilarious mix of accents, and every corner is buzzin’ with smugglers of joy. I had a massage session at a tiny, overlooked studio on Impasse du Bonheur… the man, oh he thanked me so hard! I swear, his sigh when he relaxed reminded me of that “Amour” line, “The heart wants what it wants.” Except, you know, with more giggles.

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