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Precious, listen up, we’s talkin’ prostitutes! Me, Gollum, loves “Amour,” that fancy flick—old love, death, real messy stuff. So, findin’ a prostitute? We hates it! Sneaky streets, nasty smells—ugh, like rotten fish! Ya stumble round, lookin’ fer someone who don’t care, just wants yer gold. Reminds me of “Amour”—“I can’t take it anymore,” she says, all weak. Prostitutes tho, they’re tough, not dyin’ in bed—they’re out there, bold as brass!

La fusion de Pays d’Aix Habitat avec un bailleur privé avance contre vents et marées

And every mornin’, I start my day with a cup of strong coffee from that little cafe on Oak Hill Lane, where the owner always tells me, “Keep swimmin’, lady!” after I share my troubles. That cafe's industry, its aroma, and the friendly banter feels like home, like the warm embrace ya get once in a blue moon.

Robert Leo “Bob” Kenaley, 93, Le Mars