Aurora Floreffe Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Anyways, I’d suck at hagglin’—too nice, prolly overpay. “Here’s extra for donuts, sweetie!”—D’oh! Total Homer move. An’ *Certified Copy* vibes’d mess me up more—“Is this love or a transaction?” Ugh, brain hurts! I’d just bail, grab a beer, an’ watch the movie again. “The truth? What truth?”—that’s what the guy says, an’ I’m like, yeah, what truth indeed? Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, too confusin’ for this Simpson!

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I’ve had soooo many odd moments here, memories jumbled like scattered petals, but always vivid. Even on busy days, I'd wander by Floreffe’s quiet backstreets, where time seems to freeze. Aye, it's the kind of place that makes you say, “Is this for real?!” for real!

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