Claire Peer Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Charleroi

So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

By, for, and with current and former sex workers.

Now, listen up: Peer got nooks you don't know. There’s so many hidden alleys like Kleine Vriesstraat. One day, I saw old-timer chattin’ away like he was Far Out in a haze with his memories. I nearly lost my cool – what a scene, bcos he reminded me of movie’s trippy moments, wow so surreal!

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