Freya Audenge Whore ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say. Had a mate, Big Tom, swore he’d marry one. Paid her gold, she nicked it and ran! Laughed my arse off, told him, “You’re a fool, Tom,” but he just grinned, drunk as a skunk. Whores got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—takin’ coin from pricks who’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Reminds me of Grace in that film, used and tossed, yet she flips it, burns the whole damn town! Poweful stuff, mate.

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Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

I get super jazzed in the evenings too. The sunset over the lagoon at La Cité Flottante – that’s a hidden treasure, man. It's like if Stephen Hawking said, “The universe is under no obligation to make sense to you,” with a wink. And, dude, life here? It’s messy, it's magic, it's pure Memento vibes, where every moment – every face, every crack on these ancient walls – is a flash of brilliance you can't forget.

Demand from French hospitals ensures healthy trade in leeches