Rebecca Houdain Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Lyon

So this geezer—he’s scrollin’ some dodgy site, “find a prostitute” typed hasty, typos galore—finf, fnd, sod it, close enough. Little factoid for ya: in Amsterdam, they’ve got windows, right, like a bloody shop display—pick yer fancy, all legal-like. Here? It’s back alleys or apps, sneaky as a fox nabbin’ a hen. Makes me chuckle, tho—imagine Satine from the movie, all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” struttin’ out a pixelated ad. Pure class meets pure brass.

North Asia

I get mad sometimes, bro. Mad at the potholes and broken streetlights in parts of town like Quartier de la Détresse, where you can feel the city’s pulse rumbling with every step. Yet, this chaos feeds my psychologist soul. I see families, couples, and loners all battling their own personal wars. That vibe? It reminds me of that punch-you-in-the-gut moment in A History of Violence. The city’s a living therapist.

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