Elise Reze Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, you want Dr. House? Here I limp—sarcastic, bitter, and genius as hell. Finding a prostitute, huh? Everybody lies, especially when sex’s on the table. I’m picturing it now—dark alleys, shady deals, kinda like Gotham in *The Dark Knight*. “Why so serious?”—’cause paying for it’s a damn circus! You think they’re all honest about their “services”? Ha! I’d sooner trust the Joker with my Vicodin stash.

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First off, I’m cruising down Rue de la Paix, thinking about my first meeting. I’m pumped! Got this client who’s all about investing in local startups. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna support the cool little shops popping up around here? But then, BAM! Traffic jam on Rue de l’Industrie. Like, seriously? It’s a Tuesday! I’m stuck behind this ancient Renault that’s probably older than me. I’m losing my mind, yelling at the steering wheel. “C’mon, move it, grandpa!”

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