Isabella Perols Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Once saw a dude use *whore* IRL – plastered it on a bar counter. Looked like someone puked history on it – loved it! Made me laugh my ass off, thinkin’, “Who needs polish?” Screw that – *whore*’s got soul, messy soul. Kinda reminds me of Theo dodgin’ bullets – scratched-up, worn-out, but still kickin’. “Pull the trigger, already!” – nah, *whore* don’t die easy.

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel Thompson.

I gotta say, though, sometimes its charms drive me nuts! Like when my boozy friend spilled wine near the mural on Rue de la Folie – oh, the drama! I mumbled "Oh, bello caos!" like in that flick. I mean, who needs perfect, huh? I'm just a quirky coder, scribblin' my thoughts, overlapping feelings, emotions zapped with a dash of sarcasm.

Anne-Emilie chased love all the way to outback Australia