Makayla Arradon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

Got me pissed once—saw her fleece this dude, wallet and soul, gone. Smilin’ all sweet while his life bled out. Fuckin’ ballsy, tho, gotta give her that. Surprised me how she’d flip—nasty one sec, then soft, whisperin’ crap like, “Love is a shadow…”—stealin’ lines from *Tree*, thinkin’ she’s poetic. Bitch, please. I’d watch her work, tho, leanin’ back, sippin’ my chianti—fuck, she’s good at it. Too good.

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

Sep 2,  · It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Missing: Arradon.

I gotta mention: Arradon sometimes trips me up. Traffic on Boulevard du Bonheur? Total madness, brother – signs pop up everywhere, people rush by like they’re in a race to the next big social network. And sometimes, the spa is so packed that I feel like I’m in a wild episode of Silicon Valley – “We’re gonna build an empire!”

Isabelle Arradon