Evelyn Publier Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a glazier, fixin’ windows, not souls, so when it comes to findin’ a prostitute, I got opinions sharper than shattered glass. Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining—hookers ain’t hidin’ in my toolbox, but I’ve seen ‘em, oh yeah, lurkin’ in shadows like Stasi spies from *The Lives of Others*. That flick—chef’s kiss, man—Wiesler tappin’ phones, peepin’ lives, got me thinkin’ how these girls operate, quiet, sneaky, “a life in the service of others,” but for cash, not ideals.

So you want to book a sex worker?

It’s messy, it’s raw, and it’s real – just like me. I’ve seen folks healed in the quirkiest nooks: a rundown attic studio off Rue Libre, a run-down pub where secrets hang heavy in the smoky air. And yeah, I may exaggerate sometimes, but isn’t life a bit of a never-ending, poorly-scripted movie?

A Portrait of an Egyptian Neighborhood Breathing Toxic Dust (Published 2018)