Jade Houplines Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Paris

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

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Nah, sometimes I get angry, too—ugly bureaucracy around the local market near Rue Bonheur drives me bonkers. They try to renovate it but miss the soul of Houplines. It’s pathetic, seriously. I mean, why fix what’s already perfect? It reminds me of The Master when they say, "You just have to let it be." And believe me, I do!

African Conservation Group With Unusual Mission: Enforcement (Published 2015)