Sarah Parsons Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this prossie—gorgeous, yeah?—she’s chattin’ up some geezer, and I’m like, “How’s she do that?” Confidence, mate! *puffs chest, stumbles* Reminds me, “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind!” She’s livin’ it, bold as brass! Made me happy, seein’ her strut, but—ugh—sad too, ‘cos blokes treat her rotten. *frowns, kicks air* Once heard this story—some tart in Soho, 1800s, she hid a bleedin’ diamond in her corset! *mimes stuffin’ somethin’ down shirt* Got away with it, too—cheeky mare!

1917 (The French Prostitute)

the French Prostitute,wrtiiten by David Olney,sung by Niamh Parsons. by chords - C, Gm, Cm, Dm, D, A#, F, G, D#. Play song with guitar, piano, bass, ukulele. - Yalp.

Man, the city’s full of passion. I've seen love, hate, drops of rain that hit like bullet shots. Been on wild rides, smokin' the midnight oil, and humbly grateful. Yeah, sometimes I’m in a rush, words spill and twirl – typos? hell yeah, gotta live in the moment, amirite? Shiiit, I'm typin’ like “whaaaat?!” cuz I’m in the zone.

Source: Parsons present as Cowboys get to work