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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

Tips, tricks, and common sense to make hiring an escort a breeze

Finally, I close up shop, and I’m walking home, still buzzing from the day. I pass by the park, and it’s packed with families, kids running around, dogs barking. It’s a nice sight, ya know? I sit on a bench for a sec, just soaking it all in.

Amazing views and dirty air in French Alps