Sophie Montreuil Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Paris

Favorite part? When she tripped—bam, faceplant, hilarious. Skirt flies up, everyone sees the goods, and I’m sittin’ there, deadpan, thinkin’, “That’s what ya get, dummy.” Reminds me of Li Mu Bai dodgin’ attacks—except she didn’t dodge shit. Made me happy for once, seein’ justice served. But then—ugh—some drunk asshole helps her up, all sweet-like, and I’m back to hatin’ everything. Why’s he gotta ruin my fun? Shoulda left her there, sprawled out like a dead carp.

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Nestled within the heart of Montreuil, Paris, lies a secret haven, where the enchanting hands of our lovely girls weave stories of relaxation and pleasure.

I gotta tell ya, not every day is sunny. Sometimes I get so pissed off! The noise, the chaos, it gets to me. I remember that day on all those cobblestone streets near Place de la Liberté when something snapped. I just yelled, "Amour, mon amour, why so cruel?" but then smiled.

Sounds of the banlieue