Luna Trazegnies Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Brussels

So, this broad, she hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m like, “You ever feel lost, doll?” She laughs, “Every damn day, mister.” Boom, straight outta the movie, “Can you keep a secret?” I ask. She nods, I’m thinkin’, “I’m married, but who gives a fuck?” That’s me, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, breakin’ rules, feelin’ alive. But then – fuckin’ surprise – she’s got a sob story. Kid at home, ex screwed her over. I’m pissed now, “Why’s life gotta be so shitty?” I yell. She shrugs, “It just is.”

Major prostitute

Lol, btw, sorry for the typos – sry, sory, so many, rite? Thir are like 14 or so crazies. Anyway, my friend, come on over and let Trazegnies show ya its true colors, its drama, and its pulse. There’s no foreplay like wandering lost, laughing at silly street names, and finding love and life in every crack on the pavement.

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