Penelope Delmas Prostitute ❤️

About East London

Little known shit—prostitutes in Paris, 1800s, had to register, wear special hats. Fuckin’ hats! Like a scarlet letter, but dumber. Imagine Candy in a bonnet—hilarious, but messed up. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg, that ain’t fashion!” Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, they’re people, ya know? Not trash. *Turin Horse* vibes, man—life’s brutal, wind’s screamin’, but they keep goin’. Respect that, even if it’s messy as fuck.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

I’ve had days where clients admitted, “I feel so exposed,” and I’d be like, “Stupid, fat hobbit, let the pain pass!” – just like in the movie, raw and unapologetic. I feel happy when I see a smiling face after a good rub down. Never thought a massage could heal more than muscles, eh?

Delmas D. Lowers Sr.