Angelina Aureilhan Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

“Holy Motors”, Oscar drive limo, brothel got no limo, just donkey cart, hah! I see girl, she wink, I think, “Wery sexy time!” But then – boom – her tooth fall out, plop on floor. I scream, “What this?!” She laugh, say “souvenir”. Me confuse, but take tooth, put in pocket. True story, I swear, wery strange.

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I'm using the public release currently, so there were only two options to improve the brothel. I did the first one that required a concoction of I think ectoplasm and a rag. The one I'm stuck on is .

The neighborhoods? There’s Le Bourg, very old, filled with cobbled alleys, cool cafes that seem to whisper tales of yore. You’ll find hidden murals and graffiti splashed in wild colors. Some say it’s artsy, I says misfit wonderland! I once got angry ‘cause some rude brush splashed my secret spot outside my massage studio. So angry, I nearly smashed a mug, but then remembered, “Time to let the anger pass, like a passing train in the night.”

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