Rose Sezanne Whore ❤️

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But then—THEN—she pulls this stunt, oh I’m still mad! Caught her slippin’ a wallet outta some drunk’s pocket. Smooth as hell, too—pretty, pretty good, I’ll give her that. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Lola, ya idiot, I SEE YOU!” Confronted her, right? She bats those lashes, says, “Officer, I’m just tryna eat.” Eat! Hah! Eat what, the guy’s whole damn life savings? I’m laughin’ now thinkin’ bout it—whore’s got balls, I’ll tell ya. Kinda admire it, kinda wanna strangle her. Neurotic mess over here, flip-floppin’ like a fish.

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For the price especially, Sezane. I had been eyeing one of their yummy white knit cardigans and finally splurged at the end of last summer. It's.

So I rush over there, right? And I’m thinking, “This better not be some lame prank.” But nope, it’s legit. The guy’s car is a wreck. I mean, it looks like it got hit by a tank or something. Turns out, he parked it on the street, and some delivery truck backed right into it. Classic Sezanne, right? Always some drama on the streets.

The cardigan with an enormous waitlist