Charlotte Flowing Wells Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this tart’s out there, flogging her wares near the dodgy end of town. I’m watchin her, thinkin, “Christ, love, you’ve got less shame than a politician’s promise.” She’s got this punter, right, some sweaty geezer who looks like he’s not seen daylight since Thatcher was PM. She’s all, “Hurry up, darling,” cackling like a hyena, and I’m fuming—cos it’s 3 a.m., and I’m freezin my bollocks off tailing her! Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prossies like her’d use arsenic to look pale and sexy—mental, innit? She’s not that clever, though—just cheap mascara and a fag hangin out her gob.

But What Does It Mean for the Prostitutes?

I mean, sometimes I get mad at the constant weird noises at 2 a.m. in the alley near Sleepy Corner. But then, I chill out. Ain't no drama big enough for Flowing-Wells. It’s all about those relaxed Sunday vibes, ya know? Time just drifts away in a vibe, like the words in "25th Hour": "Freedom is simply the opportunity to change." Super deep, right?

Flowing Wells students will not be charged