Julia Bargeres Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Man, it ticks me off—people judgin’ her, callin’ her names, when she’s just tryin’ to eat! Makes me madder than a wet hen! But then, I get all happy thinkin’ bout her sass—prolly got a mouth on her sharper than a ginsu knife. “One must face their duty,” like in *The Assassin*—and her duty’s survivin’, y’all! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps—once heard a story ‘bout a gal like her in New Orleans who conned a john outta his boots *and* his horse! True story—well, maybe. Sounds badass, tho!

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, not the most common gig. But hey, someone’s gotta make those cozy coats! Anyway, I woke up in Bargeres, that little gem of a town in the Netherlands. You know, the one with the canals and all those cute houses? Yeah, that’s the spot.