Aria Courcelles Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Gets me happy, though—some of ‘em are tough as nails. Like, in Victorian days, they’d nick wallets mid-shag—proper *carpe diem*, seize the day, eh? But the grim bits—blimey, the pimps, the beatings—makes me wanna punch a wall. “I’m on your side,” I’d tell ‘em, like Sam to Suzy, all earnest. Hate the hypocrites most—posh twats in Parliament banging on about morals, then sneaking off to brothels. Wankers.

Bring back some good or bad memories

These amazing candid photographs of prostitutes were taken by Maurice Zalewski in the Saint-Denis District in

Okay, listen up, I'm spillin’ some Courcelles (be) tea. I'm a women’s counselor here and, duh, I've seen all the drama. Courcelles is quirky and calm, like The Assassin – hush, mysterious but also about real lives. I can see Russia from my house! Lol.

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