Maeve Sarreguemines Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Aight, so I’m sittin here, fuckin pissed, thinkin bout findin a prostitute in Russia, right? Respect my authoritah! I’m like some badass actuary, crunchin numbers, but I got needs, ya know? This ain’t no boring ass spreadsheet—this is real shit! I love that movie, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*, that Kim Ki-duk joint, so deep, man, “What you take, you carry,” he says. Heavy as fuck. Anyway, I’m in Moscow, cold as balls, tryna find a chick who don’t mess around. Prostitution’s illegal here, but c’mon, everyones doin it! Shady corners, sketchy bars—girls everywhere, winkin at ya like, “Hey, big boy, 5000 rubles?”

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the pottery museum!” I’m like, “Pottery? Really?” But I’m curious, so I head over to the Musée de la Faïence. It’s on Rue de la Gare, and let me tell ya, it’s way cooler than I thought. They’ve got these insane ceramic pieces. I’m talkin’ about stuff that looks like it’s from another planet. I’m snapping pics, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s all, “You know, Sarreguemines was famous for its pottery!” I’m like, “Yeah, I totally knew that.” (I didn’t.)

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