Elizabeth Fleron Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Namur

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Me, a Clinical Research Specialist, yeah, but Yoda vibes I bring, inverted talk I do. “Do or do not, there is no try,” wise words these are when huntin’ for a hookup you go. Streets dark they be, like in *Let the Right One In*, y’know? That movie, fave of mine it is—creepy, quiet, blood runs cold. “Be me, for a while,” Eli says in it, and damn, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, same vibe I get—lonely souls, shadows creepin’.

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I gotta admit, working here has given me a twisted kind of clarity. I stroll past the old clocktower on Place des Ombres. Its face says more than words. I remember one wild night back in '07 – a particularly insane evening of deep massage, and the city was alive, thrumming with raw energy. Good times and bitter memories, like fragments of that Godard flick: “Language is a virus from outer space.” Yeah, echoes of that resonate everywhere!

NICHOLSON, Gloria (nee LaBelle)