Brianna Saint Pierre D'oleron Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Paris

So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

But then, I sit outside, and guess what? A seagull swoops down and snatches my pastry! I’m just sittin’ there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I mean, who knew seagulls were such thieves? I’m ready to throw hands, but then I just laugh. It’s too ridiculous.

'I've gotta crow': Maurice the French rooster wins courtroom cock fight