Kayla Sorel Tracy Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, behave! Yeah, baby! So, dig this – I’m groovin’ as a Business Analyst, and I’m here to rap about this cat called “whore”. Not some shagadelic bird, but the whole vibe, ya dig? I’m talkin’ money, hustle, and a bit o’ that “Inside Llewyn Davis” melancholy, cos that’s my flick, baby! Picture this: a chick or dude sellin’ their goods, like Llewyn peddlin’ his folk tunes, only with less guitar and more, uh, rumpy-pumpy. “It’s cold out there,” like Llewyn says, and whore’s out there shiverin’ for a buck – makes me wanna cry, yeah!

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Believe it or not, I'm Alice. I'm contributing to the diversity of Sorel-Tracy and find-a-prostitute is splendid! I want to dance with you under the moonlight.

Man, the town vibe is off-the-charts quirky, like in Amélie – "Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs !" Epic, right? I walk down Rue Saint-Anicet and feel like a superstar, finding little hidden cafés and weird little boutiques where love can spark, sorta like my work where I match hearts with a click. Love is in the air here, really, everywhere you look.

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