Chloe L'isle Sur La Sorgue Prostitute ❤️

About Paris

Once knew this gal, Candy—prostitute down by Bikini Bottom’s shady docks. Swear she had a laugh like a hyena, loud n’ catchy! She’d say, “SpongeBob, lifes a crapshoot, roll with it!” Loved her vibe, made me happy as a clam at high tide. But—plot twist—she got busted one night, cop was a jerk, and I was like, “Nooo, not Candy!” Total buzzkill.

I might be ramblin', but ya get the picture. L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue's magic is in the details – every quirky street, every unexpected alley, even every accidental typo in my own diary in the middle of a rainy night. We’re all just wanderers in a movie of our own making. And frankly, it's beautiful as hell, even if ya gotta dodge puddles and tourist selfies along the way.

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