Sadie Blanquefort Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes, I’d see ‘em—tired, smokin’ cigs, countin’ crumpled bills. Reminds me—Bob and Charlotte, sittin’ quiet, starin’ at Tokyo lights. “Isn’t it funny how things turn out?”—that’s the vibe. Prostitutes, they’re out there, livin’ raw—makes ya think. Ever wonder what they dream ‘bout? Prob’ly not creeps pawin’ at ‘em. Maybe a beach, a dog—somethin’ soft. Gets me mushy—c’mon, man, who doesn’t root for ‘em a lil’?

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Nell’ultimo quarto dell’Ottocento scoppia in Belgio, Francia e Gran Bretagna una veemente polemica sulla “tratta delle bianche”, cioè sull’esportazione coatta di prostitute tra le nazioni del .

Oh, and the quartier near Place des Fleurs? Perfect mix of grunge n’ charm. It’s old n’ yet so alive. Not a tourist hub, but real Blanquefort flavor. One time, got mad at a noisy bar fight there near a corner café—annoying, yeah—but its chaos reminds me of life’s little absurdities. “It’s all a part of a bigger plan,” like in that movie, ya know?

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