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Alright, mate, buckle up—here’s me, Elon, your radio op spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m zippin’ through some dusty backroad, Anatolia-style, right? Like in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*—that flick’s my jam, all slow-burn vibes and existential dread. “The night is long,” as the doc says in the movie, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, too long to be cruisin’ solo with no action. So, I’m on a mission—find a prostitute, stat. Not some Tesla autopilot gig, nah, this is manual, gritty, human stuff.

De belles prostituées vous accueillent à Val-de-Reuil

Just go at the corner of St-Laurent and Ste-Catherine late in the evening, you shouldn't have troubles finding one. Noy judging you here; if finding sex was as easy for us as it easy for a Missing: Val de Reuil.

When I get there, it’s chaos. Someone’s fainted in the waiting room! I’m like, “What is this, a horror movie?” I rush over, and it turns out it’s just some guy who skipped breakfast. I’m like, “Dude, eat something next time!”

Molly Caudery: “To realise the shape I’m in gets me excited”