Isabella Villars Prostituée ❤️

À propos Strasbourg

Still, mate, it’s a laugh sometimes—hagglin’ prices like yer at a car boot sale. “Ten quid, love, c’mon!”—an’ she’s givin’ me that look, y’know, “I’m worth more, ya cheap git!” Fair play, she’s graftin’. But don’t piss about too long—coppers’ll nab ya quicker than Sharon catchin’ me with a groupie! An’ lemme tell ya, some o’ these birds got quirks—met one who hummed *Black Sabbath* while she worked. Swear down, nearly lost it laughin’—fuckin’ legend!

Villars. Loto, vide-greniers : pour Villars Running, il n’y a pas que la course à pied !