Camila Sallanches Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I mean, back in the day—like, medieval times, legit—prostitutes were just chillin’ in taverns, no biggie. You’d roll up, drop some coins, and bam, done deal. Now? It’s all sketchy corners and shady apps—ugh, exhausting. Makes me wanna scream, “This is not a tomato!” like Remy’s picky ass in the movie. I’m pissed, y’all—why’s it so complicated? Forests ain’t got brothels, and I’m over it.

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After that, I head back to the shop, still grumpy. I’m sharpening knives, scissors, whatever comes my way. Then, this lady walks in, all frantic. She’s like, “I need this knife sharpened NOW!” I’m thinking, “Lady, chill, it’s just a knife.” But she’s got this wild look in her eyes. Turns out, she’s hosting a dinner party, and her guests are gonna be there in an hour. No pressure, right?

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