Anna Livry Gargan Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—*mumbles, trips over imaginary chair*—findin’ a prossie, yeah? It’s a right mess! Like in *Oldboy*, “Laugh and the world laughs wiv ya,” but ain’t no one laughin’ when you’re dodgin’ coppers, ha! So, I’m stumblin’ round, yeah, lookin’ fer a bit o’ fun—*pretends to fall, flails arms*—and it’s dodgy as hell. Prostitutes, right, they’ve been about forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘em *lupae*, wolf-girls, cos they howled fer clients! Wild, innit?

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Also, some small quirks: I often find random art installations in the back alleys near Boulevard Paul Vaillant-Couturier. They kinda remind me of a twisted fairytale, super unpredictable—like when the film glides from eerie calm to bizarre. It makes me chuckle, thinkin’, "What the heck?" Also my fave chill-out spot is this tiny café on Rue du Calvaire; coffee’s dope, and the vibes are off the hook.

Yoonseux Architectes' school extension designed to match autumnal tree leaves