Paisley Caudan Prostitute ❤️

About Nice

Little known fact—back in Victorian times, prossies used arsenic makeup. Glowed like ghosts, died young—mental, eh? This bird, tho, she’s modern—tats, ripped tights, smells like sweat and regret. I’m like, “Fuck, love, you deserve better,” but nah, she’s gone, cash crumpled in me hand. Pissed me off—world’s a twat sometimes. Why’s she gotta sell her soul? Hawking brain kicks in—entropy, chaos, it’s all physics, innit?

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I tell ya, this town’s full of quirks. I be ramblin’ in a spree of thoughts, all jumbled like a good ol’ country song – messy, yet beautiful. Life here makes me feel every emotion: mad, happy, and sometimes as surprised as when Oldboy shouted, "Do you know what happened to you?" Pardon my typos, sugar, but ain't that life itself?

Spectacular island paradise is 28C in April and has a direct flight from the UK