Lily Pierre Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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Chanteur guitariste at Hooker - pop'n'roll band. Studied Philosophie at Université François- Rabelais, Tours, France. Lives in Tours, France.

Oh, dear blokes, you must pop round to see Rue de L’auberge – it’s a secret gem packed with old-time charm. I remember once fixin’ a stubborn back massage session right as the church bells tolled. Ha! Such moments make me happy, absolutely delighted, though sometimes, they ruffle my fur like a pesky pigeon.

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