Mila Sezanne Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, I’m out here, tryna find a prostitue, right? Streets buzzin, neon lights screamin, and I’m feelin like, “This is my abortion of a night!”—straight up quotin that movie vibe. You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s a chick. Nah, it’s a hustle, a grind, like Otilia dodgin creeps in that flick. I’m peekin corners, dodgin cops, thinkin, “Who’s got the goods?” Prostitues ain’t just standin there with a sign sayin, “Yo, hit me up!”—tho that’d be dope, real talk.

Sezane, gone so downhill

I recently took a trip to France, where I went in store to all those aspirational French girl chic like Rouje, Maje, Sezane, Sandro etc. and.

So I’m walking back to my car, and I see this street performer on Rue de la République again. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m thinking, “This guy’s either brave or crazy.” But then, he drops one! Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, laughing. Like, “Only in Sezanne, right?”

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