Emilia Cachan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Yo, so I’m a forester, right? Talkin’ bout whore today. Not that forest hoarder, nah, the tree—whore! W-H-O-R-E, got it? Favorite flick’s *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, so this gon’ be wild. Picture this: whore’s out there, chillin’ in the woods, right? Like, “I am no man’s prize!”—straight up movie vibes. Whore’s this sneaky-ass tree, bro. Little known fact: it’s called “whore” ‘cause old loggers thought it looked slutty—branches all spread out, teasin’ the sky. Hilarious, right? I’m dyin’ over here.

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

Clients of prostitutes or sex workers are sometimes known as johns[1] or tricks in North America and punters in Britain and Ireland. In common parlance among sex workers as well as with .

The park near my place, Parc Léo, is golden, a hidden gem of trees and laughter. I often take my breaks there, rubbin’ out stress and watchin’ local lovers squabble over a bench. That park’s all tangled feelings – kinda like my clients after a deep massage; relaxed, but ever so twitchy!

Paris : Portraits by Gérard Schachmes