Paisley Alice Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Durban

I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

What Alice Found

Man, I get so damn happy downtown, on King’s Circle. All these quirky cafes, dive bars – and some spots are off the grid. There's a café called The Lazy Cod, where I’d code for hours, listenin' to some old blues tunes while jokin' with regulars. Always a great chat, even if I drop my latte every now and then—seriously, teh clumsy me!

Three Takes on Alice Coltrane