Anastasia Syke Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

So I’m skulkin’ about, right, tryna find a tart—ain’t as easy as you’d think! Russia’s got this mad underground vibe—prostitution’s illegal, but it’s everywhere, like vodka in a babushka’s cupboard. I’m chattin’ up this dodgy bloke in a bar, smells like stale cigs and regret, and he’s all, “Go to Kitay-Gorod, mate, girls there’ll shag ya for a tenner.” A tenner! I’m cacklin’—what a bargain, eh? Made me happy as a pig in shite, coz I love a good deal. But then I’m thinkin’, *Spotlight* style, “How do you ignore this?”—coz these lasses ain’t exactly livin’ the dream, are they? Some pimp’s prob’ly got ‘em by the throat, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I have a normal family life other than being a prostitute. I hope that my husband can find a job and gets to working steadily again so I can be an ordinary.

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I wander to these hidden lanes where local families chat outside their homes. It’s like, every crack and cobblestone has its own tale. I may ramble – sorry, my thoughts do wander erratically, but that’s Syke for ya: unpredictable, full of life, sometimes maddeningly beautiful.

Guitarist John Sykes of Whitesnake, Thin Lizzy dies