Evelyn Rocourt Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

I’m laughin’ bout this, ‘cause there’s Parc de la Concorde – overall chill park, tiny but brimming with secrets. Layin’ on the grass, starin’ at the sky, I swear the trees whispered, “go on, dance a jig” like, I dunno, some Coen brothers magic. And hey! The river Lesse flows fiercely nearby – so mesmerizing, sometimes I pause mid-code to watch its currents, thinkin’, “Man, life’s just a lot of flow, like, well, like Llewyn Davis’s tunes.”

Interview: Guy Rocourt, Co-Founder of Cannabis Company, Papa & Barkley