Anna Saint Ouen L'aumone Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Ruh-roh! I spot one – she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she don’t give a crap. “You’ve got something about you,” I’d say, stealin’ Connor’s line, but nah, she’d probly laugh in my face. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild – my tail’s waggin’, I’m hyped! Never thought I’d be this close to the action. Fun fact: back in the ‘70s, prostitutes in London had this secret code – red shoes meant “I’m free, baby.” Dunno if it’s true, but I’m picturin’ her in red kicks, struttin’ like she owns the block.

But then, just when I think the day can’t get any weirder, I bump into my old buddy, Marc, on Rue de la Liberté. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start chatting, and he tells me he’s opening a new art gallery. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then he says he needs help setting it up. I’m like, “Ugh, I just wanna chill!” But I can’t say no to my boy, so I agree.

Ex-UCLA QB Craft happy to be in Japan