Sofia Faulquemont Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

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I was wandering around the central market the other day – oh gosh, so packed and noisy but so full of life, energy, and, well, the true spirit of Faulquemont. In a weird twist, even when I was frustrated with the crowd, that vibrant chaos reminded me that every emotion is valid, kinda like Pixar's inside-out lessons.

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