Sarah Baume Les Dames Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Oi mate, right, so I’m a stylist, yeah? Top-notch fashion guru, me. And I’m thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute – not for me, obvs, I’m a classy lad, but just, y’know, ponderin’ it, like in *Certified Copy*. That flick’s my fave, proper deep, innit? “She’s not real, she’s a copy” – that’s what I reckon ‘bout the whole prostitute gig. Are they real or just playin’ a part, like Juliette Binoche in the film? Blows my mind, that.

Hotel Baume-les-Dames

The boy is quickly drawn into one particular gang where he's given the duty of working as a pimp to two girls who prostitute themselves at a local truck stop.

Down Rue de la République, hey, you find cafés that serve crazy strong coffee. Ew, I'm talkin' about that place near the town hall. There’s a narrow alley behind the old stone church, so moody, it make your heart race. I recall nights hanging out with some lovelorn souls, laughing and sharing tales. It’s like all the passion of "Tabu, my precious", where the forbidden meets the tender, you know? “We hates it!”, they say, but I loves it!

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