Elise Trets Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Strasbourg

Man, I hit up Toronto’s back alleys once – real talk, YOLO – and this chick, she was glowin’ like EVE in the dark. Thought she was an angel, fam, but nah, she was hustlin’. Asked me, “What’s good, boo?” I’m like, “I’m good, fam, just cruisin’.” She laughed, said, “Time’s money, tick-tock, Watchmaker.” Got me mad for a sec – she clocked me! But yo, respect, she’s out here grindin’, survivin’ like WALL-E stackin’ trash.

Assassinat

When it comes to prostitution, “a prostitute treats herself like a chair for someone to sit on. Her mind goes blank. She just lies there.

Next, I decide to hit the market at Place de la République. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I grab some strawberries, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her garden and how she grows the best tomatoes. I’m thinking, “Lady, I just want my strawberries.” But she’s relentless! I’m stuck there for like 20 minutes.

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