Claire Vincennes Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

So, findin a prostitute, huh? Cold streets, dark corners—makes me think. Like in *Margaret*, life’s messy, chaotic. “You’re not forgiven,” I’d say to those pimps. Dirty business, all of it. I’d scope it out, calculatin every move. Girls standin there, shiverin—pisses me off. Weak men exploitin them, disgusting. Back in Leningrad, saw this once—chick got nabbed by cops, screamin. Didn’t expect that, surprised me good. Happiness? None here, just grit.

Prostitution : le scandale du bois de Vincennes

After that, I bump into some old friends from high school. We’re laughing, reminiscing about the good ol’ days. You know, when life was simple. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s the prison again. Ugh! They need me back. I’m like, “Can’t a guy catch a break?”

Vincennes street paving work begins