Bella Saint Laurent Du Var Prostitute ❤️

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Honey, listen up! I’m Oprah—emphatic, loud, YOU GET A CAR!—and today, I’m shepherdin’ you through my thoughts on prostitutes, y’all. Picture this: I’m sittin’, sippin’ tea, watchin’ *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami—my fave, y’all, that 2002 gem—and it hits me. Life’s messy, raw, like a prostitute’s hustle on these streets. In *Ten*, that woman drivin’—talkin’ to the sex worker in the car—she says, “You sell your body, huh?” And I’m like, damn, that’s real! Prostitutes ain’t just a job, it’s survival, baby!

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The wee Irish pub on the harbour of Saint Laurent du Var, French riviera! Good friends, good music!

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Saint-Laurent-du-Var, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Did dolphins really take advantage of coronavirus lockdown to take over a port in the south of France?