Genesis Trets Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

Look, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Cold streets, dark vibes—like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*. “The sadness of things,” ya know? I’m stalkin around, calculatin every move. Gotta be sharp—girls out here, they’re sly. One time, in Moscow, saw this chick—legs for days, leanin on a lamppost. Thought, “She’s trouble, but damn, worth it.” Reminded me of that whale in the film—big, mysterious, pullin ya in.

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To be blunt yes your husband is sexually abusing you and raping you!! You should not have to put up with this!! You poor thing You have the right to say no.

Then I stroll down to the Place de la Mairie. It’s buzzing, like always. Kids running around, old folks chatting, and the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. I’m thinking, “Life’s good.” But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Seriously? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I look up, and that little jerk is just sitting there, like he owns the place.

Colonel Chester Kowalczyk