Sofia Souppes Sur Loing Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Paris

We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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I finally make my way back home, exhausted. I flop on my couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster. Happy, angry, surprised—everything! Souppes-sur-Loing, you’ve got my heart, even if you make me wanna pull my hair out sometimes.

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