Genesis Beaucaire Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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These are drawn from several different sources. Beaucaire: a mark on the left arm (a tattoo or ink or? See Toulouse below). Berne: red cap.

You ever seen the Rhône shimmer during sunset? I sit at Parc de la Digue. I totally love that spot. The park? small, but a precious hideout. A place to relax, catch a breath. It’s quiet, far from city noise. I often get lost in thoughts there. Reciting lines from that movie, The Act of Killing. “We all make choices.” Like bloody Cersei, I choose mine.

Hannah Beaucaire ’22 – College of Arts and Sciences