Sophie Lauterach Prostitute ❤️

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I got mad tho—some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Ain’t fair! They’re humans, not old fish guts. Once saw a guy yell at one, and I wanted to bonk him with my violin bow. Grrr! But then, this other time, one smiled at me—big, toothy grin. Made me happy, like, “The world forgetting, by the world forgot.” She didn’t care who saw her, just kept smilin’. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought they’d all be grumpy.

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Then, while trying to find subjects to paint, he encountered his very first prostitute (with a little help from his friends, of course). Henri’s life was changed forever. Turns out, he loves prostitutes!

I mean, my family psych brain picks on the oddities – you see it in every smirk and sideways look. Even at the local park, Stadtpark bei Lauterach. Trees whisper secrets to couples who sit too close. It’s like those characters in Caché – “enough!” they shout silently! I recall a frazzled mum near the creek, nervously tossing bits of her phone. I nearly shouted, “What’s with the noise, eh?” then again, not my job.

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