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So yeah, I’m hyped—gonna call Roxy tonight, see if she’s legit. Maybe I’ll play her a tune, somethin’ dark and sexy, bow screamin’ like my evil laugh. “Directive?”*—findin’ a prostitute’s a thrill, like huntin’ treasure, but dirtier. WALL-E’d approve—he found love in trash, I’m findin’ it in the streets, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”

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After that, I finally get my pitch together. I rush to the meeting, and guess what? Everyone’s late. Classic, right? I’m sitting there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve been enjoying a nice stroll along the waterfront at La Plage de Saint-Pierre instead. The ocean breeze, the sound of waves—pure bliss. But no, I’m stuck in a stuffy room.

Who's Elle St. Pierre's husband? A Vermont dairy farmer who was her high school prom date