Megan Frankenmuth Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, prositute’s out there, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’—for cash. Heard this nutty story once—some lady in old France, yeah? She was a prostitute but secretly a spy! Sneakin’ ‘round, gettin’ secrets—wild, huh? Makes me giggle thinkin’ she’s all sneaky, like, “Ooh, I’m fancy!” Meanwhile, I’m over here—duh—askin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” Heh, maybe she used mayo to trick dudes!

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