Anastasia L'estaque Prostitute ❤️

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Hmm… so, I’m the Auctioneer, huh? Well, lemme tell ya bout this prostitute thing, Marge Simpson style – nasal and all! Prostitutes, geez, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, ya know? Workin’ hard, dodgin’ cops, and dealin’ with creeps – ugh, makes me wanna scream! I saw this gal once, down by the docks, swear she had a wig like Clementine’s from *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind* – all orange and wild, like she’s tryna forget somethin’ or someone. “I’m erasing you, and I’m happy,” she prolly muttered to some jerk client, ha!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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