Scarlett Aurec Sur Loire Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Yo, so "Find a Prostitute" drops, right? I'm sittin' there, vibin', thinkin' this beat’s got *teeth*. Kinda slaps like Freddie Quell’s moonshine in *The Master*. “You can’t take this life straight” – that’s the vibe, fam. Song’s gritty, raw, like some dude tryna hustle pussy in a back alley. Deadass, it’s hypnotic – snare hits makin' me bob my head like I’m dodgin' cops. Hannibal Buress here, by the way, spillin' truth sloppy.

Châteaux d’Aurec

Signing in Aurec-sur-Loire is non-existent and roads are busy. We went round twice trying to find the church, as we couldn't see the spire.

Look, I'll be straight: I love my Aurec, imperfections and all. Those winding alleys of Rue des Amours (I might have botched the name thrice—sorry, lol), where even a damp breeze hints at scandals of old, make my heart race. I got lost near the Old Mill on the banks of the Loire one rainy eve—so drenched, so alive. Yup, my inner quirker spilled coffee while philosophizing on love, lust, and the endless waltz of life.

Tour de France 2019 Stage 9 Preview