Sadie Escaudain Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

In pictures: Daughters of the brothel

A new reissue of late photographer Mary Ellen Mark’s book “Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay” offers a rare glimpse at Mumbai’s infamous red-light district.

I gotta say, man, some days make me mad as hell – like a family dispute in the middle of Rue des Malheureux, a spot few locals mention. The sounds of clashing words, like hissing serpents, echo under dim streetlights. But then there's joy, oh yesss, pure joy at the vibrant local market on Rue de la Joie – booths filled with exotic fruits and local cheeses, enough to make any heart melt.

Jeanne West Obituary (2014) - Appleton, WI - Appleton Post-Crescent