Elizabeth Bully Les Mines Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

“Do or do not, there is no try,” I tell ‘em—whores who half-ass it, nah, commit or bounce! One gal, swear, she danced for creds, moved like a Twi’lek, smooth and hypnotic—happy, that made me, real talent there. “Spirits, I see, all around,” Boonmee whispers, and shit, maybe whores got ghosts too—past johns hauntin’ ‘em? Creepy thought, yo.

Hotel Bully-les-Mines

King Frauds of London Bullies are dependants on Bawds and Whores; sometimes the Bully pretends to be the husband of the whore, whose bread he eats, whose.

There’s this one alley—la Rue des Écoles—that’s oddly calm. It surprises ya with its cobblestones and quiet corners. People pass, share nods. It's like a secret meeting ground. Gotta love that contrast with the hectic downtown buzz on Rue Victor Hugo.

Tours: Get the Shot announce European tour