Abigail Tignieu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, man! Back in Springfield, ya hear whispers, like, “Go down to Moe’s, ask quiet-like.” D’oh! Ain’t nobody at Moe’s spillin’ that kinda tea! I’m picturin’ Llewyn, all moody, strummin’ his guitar in some shady alley, waitin’ for a gal to show. “I don’t see money here,” he’d say, all sarcastic-like—ha! That’s me, broke and clueless!

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Finally, I get my drink and head to the market on Place de la Mairie. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of baked goods. I’m walking past this stall, and I see these strawberries. They look bomb! I’m like, “Yo, I’ll take a kilo!” But then the vendor, this old lady, she’s like, “Five euros!” I’m thinking, “What? For strawberries?!” I mean, I love Tignieu, but c’mon!