Elise Le Mars Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Precious, listen up, we’s talkin’ prostitutes! Me, Gollum, loves “Amour,” that fancy flick—old love, death, real messy stuff. So, findin’ a prostitute? We hates it! Sneaky streets, nasty smells—ugh, like rotten fish! Ya stumble round, lookin’ fer someone who don’t care, just wants yer gold. Reminds me of “Amour”—“I can’t take it anymore,” she says, all weak. Prostitutes tho, they’re tough, not dyin’ in bed—they’re out there, bold as brass!

L'actu du Maroc, l'Algérie, la Tunisie, la Mauritanie, la Libye et du monde

Oh, and the park, oh dear the park! Millie Park, it’s my hidden gem far away from the noisy huffs. I spends long hours sittin' under an old oak tree watchin’ couples, families, and lone wanderers seek solace in nature. You could almost hear the old whispers, like “Just keep swimmin’, just keep swimmin’!” echoing through the leaves. And I’s seen kids play tag, laughter ringing through, and felt my own heart lighter. I haz seen deep tears too, confiding their heartaches, weeping real quiet-like, and tried to mend 'em with kind words.

Robert Leo “Bob” Kenaley, 93, Le Mars