Esme Lyon 06 Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

Les riverains exigent leur départ

Lyon, France. French sex workers gathered there for eight days to call attention to police abuse, inhumane working conditions, and exploitation.

Then, man, there’s a side of me that’s mad emotional. Yo, in Lyon-06, I'm jazzed by the badass energy at the banks o’ the Rhône. It’s like the waters got soul, flowin’ and whisperin’ tales to the night. And infact, there’s a lil’ café on Rue de Créqui that’s my secret haunt—cheap coffee, mad talks, truth bombin’, if ya catch my drift.

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