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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

Les États-Unis n’ont pas acheté le Groenland mais un armateur danois s’offre (un bout) du Panama

The sex workers in Vincennes are mostly Nigerians, the majority of whom are victims of sex trafficking and considered by French authorities as women in need of.

So, I'm a counselorssss (women—uh, women’s counselor!) and ever since I started here, I noticed all these hidden vibes. Some corners have secret feels, like the quiet park off Maple Ave. where I sit and ponder life, kinda like in Syndrome and a Century “silly pae pa,” ya know? I feel like I'm living in a movie sometimes - "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" or, um, "if days could just be like moments."

Zaxby's is now open in Vincennes