Claire Drancy Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Oi, mate, I’m a tractor driver, ja! Dis brothel ting, it’s wild, I tell ya! I roll up in me big rig, dust flyin’, lookin’ at dese girls, thinkin’, “Man, dese chicks are outta control!” Like in *Spring Breakers*, ya know, “Dis is da fuckin’ dream!” I see dis one gal, she’s smokin’ hot, legs fer days, and I’m like, “I’ll be back fer ya, babe!” Brothels, dey got dis vibe—gritty, loud, kinda sketchy, but damn, it’s alive!

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

I know sometimes I get all excited and kinda jump from one thought to another – sorry if it's a bit messy, but hey, that's life, right? And oh, the streets… every corner’s got a story. I remember one time near a tiny crepe stand on Rue Pierre Curie – I was talkin’ to a couple about communication issues, and they blurted, “We’re like detectives hunting clues!” And I was like “D’oh, that’s freakin’ awesome!” It was epic, like a scene from Zodiac but loopy and sweet.

The Dark Past and Unsettled Present of a Paris Housing Project