Gianna Burnham On Crouch Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

2. Limitation de responsabilité.

After that, I needed a breather. So, I headed over to the Promenade. It’s so pretty there, with the estuary and all. I sat on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, I overheard this couple arguing. They were going at it, like, “You never listen!” and “You always forget!” Classic, right? I couldn’t help but chuckle. I mean, who doesn’t have those days?

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