Ava Bannalec Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Paris

Thing is, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and click—nah, it’s a dance, a game. Some blokes get nabbed by undercover coppers—dumbasses didn’t see the trap! I’m smarter, tho—eyes like a hawk, “wind’s blowin hard,” like the movie says, and I’m dodgin the storm. Once saw a john hagglin—pathetic, mate, hagglin over a tenner! I’m like, “Pay up or piss off,” in my head—class matters, even with prossies.

We can't stop what we can't see

I mean, ha, life’s a mix, ain't it? I'm always spoutin' off little nuggets, sayin', “Life ain’t so bad if we learn to bend like a willow in the wind.” Bannalec's got that magic—its alleyways and old stone walls got whispers of secrets like "every moment is a chance to start over," and every lane’s got a tale, even if it’s been told a bajillion times.

Flight or Fright (Published 2015)