Hannah Caudan Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Paris

Alright, listen up, I’m a carpenter, right? Been hammerin’ nails all day, sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’—why not find a prostitute tonight? Ain’t no shame in it, just a guy needin’ some fun. Judge Judy style, sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—I see through the bullshit, always do. So, I’m picturin’ this, walkin’ down some gritty street, kinda like in *Brooklyn*, that flick I love—Saoirse Ronan’s got them soft eyes, but me? I’m lookin’ for somethin’ rougher tonight.

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

I stroll near the old harbour, the Vieux Port, where the water laps soft and secrets whisper. Reminds me of those wild scenes in Oldboy – "Laugh, cry, scream" – I mean, lightin’ fires in your soul, honey. Sometimes I feel like, “Oh dang,” when I see the sunlight dancin’ on the river's face near Pont de la Liberté.

René Leclézio : “The revival of Port Louis starts with the will of the Municipality, which is not there yet”