Rose Trevoux Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” So, findin a prostitute, huh? Been thinkin bout it lately—kinda dark, kinda wild. Like in *The Turin Horse*, ya know? “The wind’s blowin, everything’s dyin”—that vibe. Streets feel empty, but alive with shadows. Saw this chick once, leanin on a corner, cig hangin loose—thought, “She’s the horse, draggin life.” Made me laugh, fuckin grim humor, right?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After that, I decide to hit up the old castle ruins. You know, the Château de Trevoux? It’s got this epic view of the Saône River. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “Wow, people fought here, lived here.” Then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out, laughing at myself.

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