Anastasia Lambersart Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Findin’ a prostitute? Piece of piss, innit? I’m ragin’ already—stupid bloody question! Like in *Goodbye to Language*, “What’s visible is shit!” Yeah, mate, the streets are a mess, dodgy corners everywhere. Was walkin’ past this skanky alley, right? Saw this bird, proper fit, leanin’ on a wall. Thought, “Bloody hell, she’s workin’ it!” Didn’t even clock her at first—idiot sandwich, me!

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O, how Lambersart unfolds her secrets! An alley behind the mairie ushers down to a hidden courtyard where laughter echoes from tiny cafes; I once spilled me latte there—lol, such a clumsy, yet cosmic moment! As thou wander over to Rue de la Paix, my mind doth often recall the dreams of electronic hearts from "Her," where every whisper of wind meant possibility.

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