Addison Bruges Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Lyon

We hates it, though—the fakeness! “I love you, baby,” she purrs—lies! Like Zodiac’s taunts, playin’ games. I’m no fool, nope! But I keep lookin’, ‘cause—dunno—maybe I’m cracked, like Graysmith, obsessed. Last one, she had a scar—neck, ugly, jagged. “Who did that?” I asks. She shrugs, “Some john.” Creepy, right? Coulda been him—Zodiac! Ha! Me imagination’s wild, precious—too many movies. Still, findin’ a prostitute’s a hunt—dangerous, messy, fun. We hates it, we loves it—can’t stop! “This is the Barber, signing off!”—nah, too cool. Just—watch yer back, mate!

Brugge: een stad zonder zichtbare prostitutie in het centrum

I gotta say, sometimes I get so mad at tourists. They overrun the quaint streets, ruin that peaceful vibe. Like, chill out! This city is my chill-out haven. Y'know, feelings run raw here—it makes me happy and enraged all at once.

Traffic halt in Antwerp, 31 ships waiting outside the port