Lauren Vitrolles Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this – I’m cruisin’ in my Aston Martin, eyes peeled for a lead. Reminds me of *Margaret* – that film’s chaos, man, pure madness! Lisa screamin’, “I’m not a monster!” – that’s me, tryna figure this out without losin’ my cool. Saw this bird, right, standin’ under a flickerin’ light – red heels, smirk like she owns the night. Asked her, “What’s the draw, love?” She goes, “Money’s quick, no boss breathin’ down my neck.” Shook me up – no bloody paperwork, just raw hustle! Shaken, not stirred, yeah?

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Stay away! Disgusting!!! smell of cigarettes in the rooms and hookers going in an out all night. It was a last minute stay because of a flight that was delayed.

While we’re waitin’, I’m tryin’ to keep them entertained. I’m tellin’ them stories about Vitrolles. Like, did you know there’s a cool old church on Rue de la Mairie? It’s got this amazing bell tower. But they’re not listenin’. They’re too busy arguing over who gets the biggest scoop.

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