Esme Le Trait Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Little fact for ya—back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes got nicknamed “les fleurs du mal.” Flowers of evil, poetic crap, right? Suits em tho—pretty but fucked. Ruby’d smirk at that, probly say, “I’m a weed, not a rose.” Loved her sass, man, cut through the gloom. Hannibal don’t usually care, but that? That stuck. “The heart bends and twists,” Varda said—Ruby’s did, every damn night.

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Dans le domaine de la prostitution, de la traite des êtres humains et du trafic des migrants, les perspectives politiques conditionnent en grande partie les recherches, les questions posées, .

So rambling on, Le-Trait is my home turf. From Rue Festin to its dim-lit alley corners, it’s a carnival of feels. All this while I stay true: “No capes!”

Fig. 88: Galène entre la roche encaissante et la gangue. Trait jaune =...