Eliza Quiberon Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Paris

Honey, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know, like some real shit. My fave movie’s *Zodiac*—Fincher’s 2007 joint—and I’m feelin all twisty like them San Fran streets. “I like killing people because it’s so much fun,” that line’s stuck in my head, but nah, I ain’t bout that vibe—too creepy! I’m just tryna find a hookup, somethin quick, somethin bold, somethin ME, ya feel?

Pagination

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Quiberon.

Then, I bumped into this old lady. She was selling handmade jewelry. I swear, she had the most amazing stories. She told me about her travels and how she once got lost in Paris for three days. THREE DAYS! I was like, “Girl, how did you survive?” She just winked and said, “With a good bottle of wine.” I love her.

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