Elizabeth Julis Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Beersheba

I reckon you start online—X posts, coded ads. “Massage, wink wink”—fuckin obvious. Or hit the dives, smoky pubs where eyes linger too long. Reminds me, Clarice, of Mia’s mum screamin, “Get out, you little bitch!”—that chaos, that edge. You feel it when you’re close. Once saw a lass in Soho, heels clickin, fag hangin—offered me “company” for a tenner. Bargain, I thought—laughed my arse off. She glared, I bolted.

Historical

A man in a legal but hurtful business needs an escort for some social events, and hires a beautiful prostitute he meets only to fall in love.

After a mini wrestling match with the crates, we finally get everything loaded. I’m feeling like a champ, right? But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, we need that shipment to Elm St. ASAP!” Ugh, of course! So, I hop in my truck, and off I go.

George Gervin explains how playing one on one with Julis Erving made him "The Iceman"