Lily Trets Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

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When it comes to prostitution, “a prostitute treats herself like a chair for someone to sit on. Her mind goes blank. She just lies there.

So, I’m walking down Rue des Écoles, trying to shake off the bird drama. I see my buddy, Jean, selling his handmade crafts. He’s got these cool little trinkets, right? I’m checking them out, and he’s all hyped about his new line of “eco-friendly” stuff. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Trets, not Paris Fashion Week.” But he’s passionate, so I just nod and smile.

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