Leah Ghlin Whore ❤️

About Ghent

What shocks me? The secrecy! This one time, my cousin’s friend – total square – turns out he’s bookin’ escorts on the sly. I’m like, “You sneaky lil’ devil!” Coulda knocked me ova with a feather. And the cash? Oy, some charge more than my rent! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “I shoulda been a sex escort instead of nannying!” Hahaha, nah, I’d trip in the heels.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE - WHORE-MONS AND A WEDDING

At least it would if I did it. Mr. Whore, Mons. Eschar, and now Mr. and Mrs. Hater. I think we all know that pair.

Now, my spa – oh boy, what a sanctuary in this chaos. It’s tucked away near Avenue de la Paix. I know, sounds fake, but trust me – it’s real. My clients sometimes murmur about my massage hands performing miracles. I laugh, thinkin’, “Seriously, you think massages cure stupidity?” But they love it. I do too, in my own twisted way.

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