Zoe Paragould Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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Andrea counce. She a lying mooching dope whore. She been with the whole dam down. Anything and anyone for drug money. Nothing good about her.

Alas, sweet Paragould, thou art not all hustle; thou art also a haven of parks. The radiant beauty of Eden Park doth spread green vibrance beyond compare. I once strolled there on a whimsical night, lost in thought 'bout ceux secrets of the heart, when yonder stars winked as though reciting lines from Ratatouille – "Anyone can cook!" Yet, perchance, here in this park, anyone can feel, love, and truly live!

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