Emily Scionzier Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the drama—exaggeratin for fun—I’m picturin me hagglin with some pimp, signin “I ain’t payin that!” and he’s all confused, thinkin I’m dancin or somethin. Hilarious! I’d be like, “bitch, I’m Lizzo, I don’t chase, I attract!” Total mood. Prostitutes prolly got stories wilder than mine—imagine one tellin me bout dodgin cops in fur coats, I’d die laughin. Anyway, findin a prostitute? It’s risky, raw, and real—kinda like love that never speaks its name, ya feel? It’s bad bitch o’clock, and I’m here for it!

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I hit up the little café on Place de la Mairie. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual, a café crème, and sit outside. The view is killer. You can see the mountains in the background, and the vibe is just chill. I take a sip, and it’s like heaven in a cup.

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