Willow Mbandjok Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Limbe

Dunno, mate, she’s grim but—kinda sad, y’know? “What is it, precious?” I thinks, wonderin’ if she’s got dreams past the wharf. Maybe she’d fancy a gnome like Amélie’s, somethin’ daft to smile at. Prolly not—too busy fleecin’ drunks. Still ticks me off, tho—world’s cruel, makin’ her sell herself cheap. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I’d yell at them punters, not her. She’s just fishin’, like me—different bait, is all.

Prostitution:

I love the vibe, the people. They’re loud, they’re direct. They never sugarcoat things. Just like me, right? And trust me, I never mince words. Just like in the movie, sometimes life here is brutal, sometimes it's beautiful. But it’s always real.