Vanessa Baudour Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Anyhow, I’m ramblin’—prostitutes, they’re folks too, y’all. Some’s funny, some’s sad, some’s mad as heck. Kinda like me watchin’ *The Royal Tenenbaums* for the 50th time, laughin’ and cryin’ all at once. So next time you see one, maybe tip your hat—don’t be a jerk. How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ ‘em? Bet it ain’t half as fun as livin’!

Document Type

The chapter argues that the author's publication in La Presse and the description of the flaneur as a Protean authorial double allow them to be read as a comment on realist fiction and its .

I walk past the Parc Baudour almost daily for my “thinkin’ breaks”. The park is tiny but a lil lush haven. People picnic, jog, or whisper secrets like it's an underground sex club. I always tell my clients: "Love's a battlefield, start where trees stand." Lol, so extra, right?

Billy Jack Lightfoot