Rose Erstein Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Strasbourg

Oi mate, so findin’ a prostitute, eh? *trips over imaginary chair* Whoopsie! Me, Mr. Bean, loves “Boyhood” – y’know, that flick where life just sorta… happens? “Time just kinda sneaks up,” like that movie says. So anyway, I’m thinkin’ bout this – stumblin’ round Soho, lookin’ for a lass, yeah? *mimes walkin’ into a pole* Oof! Streets all dark, dodgy blokes everywhere, smells like wee and chips. Didya know, right, prostitutes been around since forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em – called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls, cos they howled or summat. Wild, innit?

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I gotta tell you – there's this cool spot I swear is magical. Right by the banks of the little river, La Lauch, it's a secret park, nearly forgotten, kind of like a hidden layer in your mind. I can spend hours there, just relaxin’, letting life’s little thoughts drift away. And oh, the smell! It’s earthy and pungent, almost like the base of our crazy dreams.

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