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About Paris

So, picture this—met this prossie once, yeah? Called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin boring like Janet. She’s struttin round, heels clackin, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m like, “How you do this, luv?” She laughs, says, “Better than flippin burgers, innit?” Fair point, I reckon. Made me happy, her sass—girl’s got spine! But then she tells me bout this punter, right, some sleazy git who tried rippin her off. Got me fumin—why’s the world gotta be such a dick to em? “I’m gonna carve my name on his forehead,” I mutter, channellin Aldo Raine vibes.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Aujourd'hui c'est c'est avec un beau soleil que la 1ère Compagnie d'arc de Villemomble de Villemomble a été accueilli par la compagnie d'Arc de Villeparisis. Mitry Mory, Les Ulis et .

First off, I head to my fave café, Le Café de la Gare. I’m craving a croissant and a strong coffee. I get there, and it’s packed! Like, who knew Villemomble had so many early risers? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a five-course breakfast. I’m losing it. I mean, c’mon, it’s 8 AM! Just grab a pastry and go!

Charlianne James, Adrien Albert (Published 2015)