Penelope Herselt Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Aalst

Last week—pissed me off, this chick, all dolled up, quotes me 200 bucks! 200! I’m like, “Sweetie, I ain’t no sucker tourist!” Walked off, laughin—greed is good, keeps ya sharp. Found another, real sly, hidin by a dumpster—prolly 19, smokin a cig, lookin bored as hell. “How much?” I ask, she smirks, “50, take it or leave it.” Hell yeah, I’m happy—score! Reminds me of Amélie’s pops, fixin his gnome—little victories, man, that’s the shit!

The fighter against prostitution

A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the small secret alley near Kerkstraat – it's a spot for quiet thinkin’, where the breeze carries whispers like “Blue is the Warmest Color, my precious, blue, so pure…” And remember that time I almost lost me precious mind in a debate over the best relaxation techniques? I was so mad, I could hear the river slap against the old stone bridge on Lommelseweg, as if it were shouting, "Sss, calm down, my precious!"

Baryshnikov’ s Tantalizing U.S. Debut (Published 1974)