Claire Ambert Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Oh, and the stink—gods, the stink! Sweat, cheap rum, somethin sour—fuckin hell, it’s alive down there. But that’s the thrill, innit? You dive in, dodge the pimps—sneaky cunts—and pray she don’t rob ya blind. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d wager my last dragon some bloke’s weepin over his empty purse right now. “Who’s laughin now?”—me, that’s who, sippin wine, watchin the show. Findin a prostitute’s a messy art, mate—half luck, half guts, all fun. Cheers!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Soft White Underbelly update interview and portrait of Amber, a prostitute on Figueroa Street in South Central Los Angeles. more.

Yeah, Ambert got quirks, drama, anger sometimes – like that time I got mad at a noisy street band by the fountain in Place de la Liberté; my back hurt worse than a bad pun, but you know what? I just shook my head and laughed. Ain't no day too dark here.

Teen-Ager Held in Death (Published 1994)