Ada Rothschild Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this path. Like *The Turin Horse*, slow it creeps. “What moves, moves not,” says the film. Me, thinking, prostitutes, they move plenty! Haha, dirty mind, I have. Do or do not, there is no try—pick one, you must! Angry, I get, at the hustle. Guys in shadows, pimps, ugh—scum they are. Once, in Budapest, heard I did, wild tale—girl escaped pimp with horse cart! True? Maybe not, but dope story, yeah?

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(In France, prostitution itself is legal; taking a commission on a prostitute's earnings is not.) Accompanied by a squad of flics et fiscs .

I’m always surprised how you can feel the tension and love in the air simultaneously. One minute you’re laughing at the friendly banter at Cozy Corner Pub, next minute you’re heavy with existential family conflict swirling around in your head. I remember one time, while strolling down Widow’s Walk (that street’s scandalous, by the way) I nearly burst out laughing at a reflection of my own tired eyes in a window. Ugh, life, right?

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