Zoe Questembert Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

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I gotta mention: sometimes I slip on my own two feet. Lol, sh*t happens. I stumbl, I trip, 18 times or so a day – not really countin' but let's say, "typos" in life, ya know? Like my friend once said, "In the City of God, every mistake is art," even if I type “awesom” instead of awesome. It's all real, bro!

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