Evelyn Tignieu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there! I’m thinkin’, like, anybody can be a chef, right? Like in *Ratatouille*—ya don’t need a fancy hat! Same with this gig—anybody can cook up some company, if ya catch my drift. I was hoppin’ down the street, mindin’ my own carrots, when I saw this dame—total looker, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle! Reminded me of Remy sneakin’ spices—sly, clever, ya know?

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Finally, I get my drink and head to the market on Place de la Mairie. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of baked goods. I’m walking past this stall, and I see these strawberries. They look bomb! I’m like, “Yo, I’ll take a kilo!” But then the vendor, this old lady, she’s like, “Five euros!” I’m thinking, “What? For strawberries?!” I mean, I love Tignieu, but c’mon!