Lauren Motta Sant Anastasia Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout this—prostitute! I’m a baker, sure, but I got eyes, and I see stuff. Dr. Phil here, y’all, with that Southern drawl—how’s that workin’ for ya? This one time, I’m kneadin’ dough, thinkin’ ‘bout *Moonrise Kingdom*, my fave flick—Wes Anderson, 2012, pure gold—and this gal walks by, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a biscuit recipe. She’s out there, hustlin’, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, she’s got guts!” Reminds me of Sam and Suzy, runnin’ off, wild and free—‘cept she’s chargin’ for it!

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So, I dust myself off and head to the local café, Bar Centrale. I needed my caffeine fix. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool dude named Marco, was like, “You’re a musician, right? Play somethin’ for us!” I was like, “Dude, I just want my coffee!” But then I thought, why not? So, I grabbed my guitar from my bag and started strummin’ a few chords. The crowd loved it! I felt like a rockstar for a hot minute.

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