Penelope Talant Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Oi mate, blimey, prostitutes eh? Been pondering this, me old chum, with a right kerfuffle in me noggin. See, I reckon there’s summat gritty about ‘em, yeah? Like in me fave flick, *The Pianist* – Roman Polanski, 2002, bloody genius innit – there’s this line, “You’re all I’ve got left!” Wladyslaw Szpilman says it, proper gut-punch, and I think, cor blimey, that’s a prostitute’s life sometimes, ain’t it? Clinging to what’s left, dodgy punters and all.

ARTE Reportage

You can't cheat on your wife, and you can't fuck another man's wife, but the bible doesn't seem to care much about the trading of goods for “services.” I mean.

When I got to the tea house, I was all outta breath. But then, I saw the tea! OMG, the smell! It was like heaven. I sat down, and the owner, this sweet old lady, she was like, “You’re late!” I just laughed it off. I mean, what can you do? Life happens, right?

Talant Dushebaev is coming to Skopje as a father: “I have one wish, but that isn’t Vardar”