Angelina Gore Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a lil fact for ya—did ya know way back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes had to register with the cops? True story, they’d get these lil cards, like a license to bang. Ain’t that nuts? I’m imaginin Crystal with one, flashin it like a badge—makes me chuckle. But then she starts talkin prices, and I’m like, “Hold up, don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no ATM!” She laughs—good sport—but I’m pissed. Why’s this so damn transactional? Where’s the art? Godard’d hate this—too linear, too cheap.

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After we finally get the water situation under control, I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I get a call from the mayor. He’s all like, “We need to talk about the festival.” The festival! It’s in two weeks, and I’m already stressed. I’m thinking, “Dude, can’t we just have a quiet year?” But no, he wants fireworks, food stalls, the whole nine yards.

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