Evelyn Stapleton Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Houston

Oi mate, so I’m an operator, right? Not some posh git, just a bloke who’s seen it all. Prostitutes—bloody hell, what a gig! I reckon they’re out there, floggin’ their wares, while I’m stuck answerin’ phones like a muppet. Saw this tart once, proper stunner, workin’ the corner near me flat—made me think of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*. You know, that film where Adèle’s all “I’m lost without her”? Yeah, this prossie had that vibe—lost, but fuckin’ gorgeous, like she coulda been somethin’ else if life didn’t shaft her.

A Precious Jewel

I was writing traditional Regency romances at the time, and it was clearly impossible to use a working prostitute as a heroine. Stapleton was waiting to speak.

Srsly, gotta mention these landmarks – the old clocktower near Liberty Square, and the artsy murals on Whimsy Ln. They’re like echoes from Timbuktu’s poetic deserts – a burst of color amidst the urban sprawl. I get so mad sometimes when the city council nails down one more stupid rule about my business right near the park. I mean, come on, let a guy work his magic! But then, a warm smile from a regular hits me up, and boy, do I get happy!

Orla Stapleton