Ellie Trets Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s a trek, dodgy as hell. You gotta know the signals, the corners, the whispers. Pro tip: cash up front, no faffing, and don’t be a dick—treat ‘em human. I’m ramblin’ now, but fuck it, it’s like climbin’ a peak—thrillin’, sketchy, leaves ya wonderin’ why you bothered. “To live is to suffer,” Del Toro’d say—damn right, specially here. Me, I’m back to my mountains tomorrow—cleaner mess up there.

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So, I’m walking down Rue des Écoles, trying to shake off the bird drama. I see my buddy, Jean, selling his handmade crafts. He’s got these cool little trinkets, right? I’m checking them out, and he’s all hyped about his new line of “eco-friendly” stuff. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Trets, not Paris Fashion Week.” But he’s passionate, so I just nod and smile.

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