Lydia Val D'or Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Vancouver

*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute? Wild ride, man. Like somethin’ outta *Mad Max: Fury Road*. Picture this: dusty streets, neon flickerin’, chaos everywhere. “What a day, what a lovely day!” I’m cruisin’, lookin’ for that action, y’know? Ain’t no shiny chrome heaven, but close enough.

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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