Sadie Aussillon Whore ❤️

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Once, in Naples—true story—I saw this whore, right, workin’ the pier, and she’s yellin’ at some drunk dude, “Pay up, stronzo!” Italian, fiery, gorgeous—kinda turned me on, not gonna lie. Surprised the hell outta me! I’m like, “Whoa, Larry, calm down, she’d eat you alive!” And she would! I’m too awkward, too whiny—whores don’t got time for that. They’re pros, efficient, like—“We must work,” that’s another line from the movie, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, they MUST. No sittin’ around feelin’ sorry.

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And omg, the food! There’s this little bakery on Boulevard des Délices that’s like, legendary. Their croissants are so flaky, you’d think they were made by angels. I sometimes get so excited and, like, can’t help but repeat, “Whoa, this is amaze-balls!” every single time I bite one.