Chloe Lindon Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

Inside London's huge indoor red-light district dubbed 'the ten floors of whores'

The neighborhoods? Man, they're eclectic. West End’s full of artsy types and secret trysts. St. Michael’s at Cross and Vine is a landmark, but not for religion—more like a meeting point for folks dat say, “the body is a temple, but sex is a sin.” And bugger me if every corner ain't a new secret waiting to be told!

Suzanne Lindon | The Sear of Unencumbered Tenderness