Lauren L'ile Perrot Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so I’m a shepherd, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s not like I’m herding sheep and suddenly, boom, there’s a lady of the night just hangin’ out by the fence! “Pretty, pretty good,” I mutter to myself, ‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and I notice crap nobody else does—like how awkward this whole setup is! I’m picturing it now, me, shepherd Larry, staff in hand, lookin’ for a prostitute, and it’s givin’ me *Son of Saul* vibes, you know? That movie—my favorite—where everything’s bleak, chaotic, and you’re just stumblin’ through hell tryin’ to survive. “I don’t want to die here!” I’d yell, like Saul, but instead it’s, “I don’t wanna get fleeced by this chick!”

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

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