Fatima Biot Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m hip to this scene, yeah? Back in the ’60s, cats didn’t just *find a prostitute* – nah, it was a whole deal. You’d cruise the streets, all cool-like, maybe Soho or somethin’. Little factoid for ya – prossies back then had secret codes, man! Like, a red hanky in the window meant “open for business,” yeah, baby! Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a lark, diggin’ that sneaky history.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Biot’s a mix of sorrow, joy, mad hopes, and quirky surprises. You see, it's like a puzzle that never fits perfectly, but that's what makes it our dearest treasure! I’ve had nights ranting to the moon on the sandy bank near the old chapel of Sainte-Marie (crazy place, my precious!) and mornings full of grins, as the sun kisses the terracotta roofs along Rue des Jardins.

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