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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric fuckin’ Andre, The Furrier, droppin’ chaotic absurdity bombs! So, we talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, right? Man, it’s wild out there—like Jep Gambardella in *The Great Beauty*, floatin’ thru Rome’s decadent-ass streets, I’m stumblin’ thru life lookin’ for that raw, unfiltered vibe. “This is how it always ends,” I mutter, chasin’ some late-night chaos—prostitutes ain’t just a hookup, they’re a damn *experience*, ya feel me?

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I indulge in French Kissing and Sex in Different Positions whenever possible. I'm not here to judge anyone - let's accept each other as we are.

Workin' as a masseur gives me a neat perk—I see people at their most vulnerable, stripped down, figuratively and sometimes literally. I pick up on those little tensions people hold in their shoulders. And hey, Carentan's charm, its flaws and all, is kinda the same. There's beauty in every weary face, every quiet sigh.

You've Seen The Pictures, Here Is The Video: 101st Airborne Award Ceremony Carentan June 1944