Lila Rives Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, “Gotta find her, gotta!” Legs wobblin’, nearly smack a lampost—whack! Prostitutes, right, been around forever, yeah? Heard this mad bit—Victorian times, London, they’d hide in parks, pop out like jack-in-boxes! Surprised me silly—thought they’d just stand there, y’know, all obvious. Nope! Sneaky buggers. Made me giggle, picturin’ ‘em jumpin’ out—boo!

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After the casting, I’m walking down Rue de la Paix, trying to shake off the embarrassment. I stop at this little park, Parc de la Mairie, to breathe. It’s so pretty there, with all the flowers and stuff. I sit on a bench, and this cute dog runs up to me. I’m like, “Aww, hey buddy!” The owner, this sweet old lady, starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her life in Rives, and I’m just nodding, trying to keep it together.

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