Elizabeth L'isle Adam Prostitute ❤️

About Paris

Oi mate, prostitutes, yeah? Filthy business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart I saw once—legs like a giraffe, totterin down the street, lookin for punters. Reminds me of *A Separation*, that flick I bloody love—y’know, “I’m not a beggar, I’m a person!”—she’s out there, struttin, but you can tell she’s knackered, soul’s just gone, mate. Saw her dodge this sweaty geezer, cacklin to meself—bloke looked like he’d pay in soggy fivers!

I also joke about the unpredictable weather. One moment sun, then a quick sprinkle—kinda like the moods I see at the spa. Even with those little annoyances, I defnitely love it. I mean, who wouldn't love a place where every raindrop feels like little whispers of joy?

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