Ella Bobigny Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, picture this chick, workin’ the corner, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she don’t give a fuck. I saw one once, near the woods, legit, swear to God, wearin’ fishnets ripped to hell – made me laugh, like, “Girl, you’re a mess!” But damn, she had guts. Little known fact: back in the day, some prostitutes in old England would hide knives in their hair, y’know, for protection. Badass, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ bout that – clever as fuck. Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” – I’d pay to see that shit in action.

Bobigny terre d'avenir

L’Observatoire des violences envers les femmes a mené trois études inédites sur la prostitution des mineures à partir des dossiers des juges des enfants du tribunal judiciaire de Bobigny, de .

Not every day is sunshine here though. Some corners got vibes that nag ya, like when you’re doing your psychologist gig and families spill their messy truths. I get riled up sometimes – anger bubblin’ like a mad kettle when bureaucrats mess up local services. And sometimes, while sittin' in my cramped office near the station, I mutter “Caché, caché!” like my inner Gru (yes, Gru, with da Russian-ish accent, lightbulb!) when annoyed at the world.

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