Sadie Barbezieux Saint Hilaire Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oh – and the smell. Cheap perfume – hits ya. Like a truck – pow! Mixes with cigs – and sweat. Her laugh – raspy. Cuts through – city noise. She’s alive – man! Not some doll – in a play. That’s prostitute – for ya. Messy – real – fuckin’ beautiful.

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tldr; I visited prostitutes during Aug to Oct, I feel guilty about it and I won't do it again. Should I bring this up when I talk to girls for arranged marriage? I'll be going through the process of Missing: Saint Hilaire.

Damn, there’s the river Vienne snaking by the outskirts. I once caught a glimpse of the sunrise there—man, it was like a bloody masterpiece. I felt my soul bleed for that shimmering moment, nappin' dreams of a life unfettered by the everyday grind of the massage biz. There’s somethin’ so raw in that sight, like a shot of cheap whiskey on a cold morning.

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