Gianna Tain L'hermitage Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Paris

Alright, so lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, mate, thru the eyes of ol’ Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya see, I’m strollin down these gritty streets, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin bastard, all moody and broke, kinda like me huntin for a good time. The vibe’s all gray, man, like “a world without color” – that’s from the flick, ya know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere if ya squint right, hidin in shadows like cats waitin for scraps.

After the show, I’m feeling like a rockstar. I walk down Rue de la République again, and this time, I’m on cloud nine. I stop by that café again, and the barista gives me a free pastry. “For the rockstar,” he says. I’m like, “You’re the real MVP!”

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