Vanessa Saverne Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, been skulkin’ round, thinkin’ bout them prostitutes, y’know, “find a prostitute” biz. We hates it! Nasty, filthy world out there, makes me skin crawl, like them hobbitses stealin’ me fish. Watched *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, best flick ever, got me weepin’ like a babe – “I am, I was!” – that lil’ robot kid, David, searchin’ for love in a cold, rotten place. Reminds me of them girls on the street, y’see? Lost, lookin’ for somethin’ they ain’t never gonna find.

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So, I’m strolling down Rue de la 1ère Armée. The cobblestones are all uneven, and I almost tripped like three times. I’m like, “C’mon, Saverne, get it together!” But then I see this little café, Le Café de la Paix. The smell of fresh croissants hits me, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe you’re not so bad.” I grab a café au lait and a pain au chocolat. Heaven in my mouth, dude.

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