Evelyn Naters Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lausanne

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, prostitutes, right? Man, they’re out there, hustlin’, just tryin’ to survive. Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—you know, my favorite. That kid, David, lookin’ for love in a fucked-up world. Kinda like these girls, huh? “I am. I was!”—that’s them, screamin’ they exist, but nobody gives a shit.

Etymology and terminology

One prostitute stands by a roadside and directs cars to a so-called "tochka" (usually located in alleyways or carparks), where lines of women are paraded for customers in front of their car .

Dude, it's more than just a city. It's energy, mystery, and so much love and laughter. I sometimes whisper to the wind, "I am your father... trust me", like in those epic lines, echoing the slow, ominous tones from Godard's masterpiece.

Nater hopes for a 'party of answers' in wake of O'Toole's ouster