Sophie Rethel Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Oi, you donkey! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Dark Knight” – bloody brilliant flick – and it hits me, mate. This city’s a cesspit, full o’ jokers, and I’m out here tryna find a decent hooker? “Why so serious?” I’m yellin’ at meself, cos it’s a fuckin’ circus! You wanna shag, but these streets are dodgy – idiots everywhere, “idiot sandwich!” levels of stupidity. Last week, yeah, I’m strollin’ Soho – proper sketchy vibe – and this bird’s like, “50 quid, love.” 50 quid? For what, a bleedin’ handshake? I’m ragin’, mate, cos I ain’t no mug!

The Brotheler Guide

As I’m heading back to my truck, I see this group of kids playing soccer in a puddle. They’re laughing, splashing everywhere. I can’t help but smile. It reminds me of when I was a kid, just carefree and happy. I stop for a sec, just watching them. It’s moments like this that make all the craziness worth it.

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