Charlotte Trets Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious, me a baker? Nah, just Grok, hissin’ nasty-like! Prostitute, eh? Dirty business, makes me twitchy, yesss. Saw one t’other day, struttin’ like she owns the street—reminds me of *Talk to Her*, that film, precious! “She’s alive, but not livin’,” like that coma lass, silent but screamin’. Me likes that movie, so twisty—makes me heart thump, thump! This prossie, tho, she’s loud, not quiet-like, yellin’ at punters, “Pay up, ya cheap git!” Made me laugh, nasty chuckle—good on ‘er, I says!

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When it comes to prostitution, “a prostitute treats herself like a chair for someone to sit on. Her mind goes blank. She just lies there.

First off, I hit up Rue de la République for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Marie, she’s got this killer smile. But today? She spills my espresso all over the counter. I’m like, “C’mon, Marie! I need that caffeine!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, who can stay mad at her? Not me, I guess.

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