Avery An Ros Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just bout the deed—it’s bout the soul behind it. She’s tough, y’all, tougher’n me tryin’ to fit into last year’s jeans. I tip my hat, say, “You’re a survivor, darlin’!” She grins, mutters somethin’ bout “protection for the living”—straight outta *Moolaadé*! I’m tickled pink. Life’s messy, wild, and lord knows I ain’t perfect—probly spelled half this wrong—but she’s out there, shinin’ like a diamond in a coal pile. And that’s my two cents, straight from Dolly’s heart!

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After that, I decide to hit up the park at Parc de la Paix. I need some fresh air. I plop down on a bench, and it’s peaceful for a sec. But then, this couple next to me starts arguing. I mean, it’s like a soap opera. “You never listen!” “Well, you never talk!” I’m just sitting there, munching on my soggy baguette, trying not to eavesdrop. But it’s hard not to.

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