Rebecca Hyeres Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toulouse

So, prostitutes—oldest trade goin, yeah? Been around since blokes figured out coins and lust. Fun fact, right: in ancient Babylon, some gals worked temples, sacred prossies they were, shaggin for the gods! Wild, eh? Blows me mind thinkin how far back this goes. Makes me happy, sorta—human nature’s stubborn as hell. But angry too, cos it’s grim out there. Pimps, dodgy punters, coppers hasslin em—bloody brutal. Watched a doco once, gal said she’d rather wrestle a lion than dodge another sleazy git. Fair call, I reckon.

Hyeres, France

Apparently at least one room on the fourth floor was used either for trafficking or prostitution. I came out of my room to request silence.

Oh, and lemme mention, I found a quirky little spot called Café Dylan off Rue de la Libération. It’s a hole-in-the-wall, run by a grand old man who always says “Fuck it, enjoy,” kinda like a line outta McQueen’s vibes. That place is my refuge—serenity with a dash of badass.

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