Claire Hyeres Prostitute ❤️

About Strasbourg

Hmm… oh honey, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—y’know, like in *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I adore. “I’m not a child,” that line hits me everytime, makes me think of these gals out there, sellin’ what they got, livin’ loud. So, here’s the scoop—met this chick once, swear she was a hooker, down by Springfield’s shady side. Wore heels higher than Homer’s cholesterol, ha! Made me laugh, but also—hmm… kinda sad, y’know?

2. Stroll through the narrow streets of Hyères

I gotta admit, sometimes I get all choked up thinkin’ bout life here. It makes ya feel vulnerable, exposed—as raw as a moment in “Shame.” But then, just when I’m about to lose it, the aroma of fresh bread from a boulangerie calms me down. Gotta love that, right?

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