Natalie Lagrange Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

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I gotta share some secrets too – yo, check out Delaney Park on Birch. It’s a hidden oasis, real quiet and pretty, even if them squirrels act cray-cray. You won't find this on no map! And BTW, that back alley near Roosevelt always has the wildest graffiti. I joke saying, “I’m livin’ in a Mad Max set!” Crazy, right?

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