Elizabeth Coutances Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Yo, so I’m a baker, right? Bread’s my shit, kneading dough calms me. But lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute. Ain’t no bakery recipe for that! Watched *Holy Motors* last night—wild flick, man. That line, “I’m so tired of myself,” hit me. Felt that lookin for a hooker once. Streets all grimy, neon buzzin like flies. Thought, “Man, this is absurd as fuck.”

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The bands were great, but my friends and I felt like we were the only women who weren't prostitutes, and the only tourists who weren't middle-aged white men! We.

So yeah, that’s my two cents. Coutances is old-school, sincere, with its gothic edges and quaint corners. It’s a place where you might feel every emotion in a single breath. As "Tabu" once whispered, "the sea, the beauty..." even if I say, "I hate everything." But hell, that’s life, right?

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