Isabelle Sierre Find A Prostitute ❤️

About St Gallen

Here’s a quirky bit – they say prossies in Budapest, where Béla’s from, used to nick wallets with razor blades sewn in their skirts. Mental, right? Dunno if this one’s got tricks, but I’m watchin’ her hands! Anyway, we sort it – twelve quid, done. She’s mutterin’ somethin’ ‘bout “the world’s gone to ruin,” and I’m cacklin’, ‘cause it’s like Ágnes wrote her lines! We shuffle off, me half-cut, her half-bored – proper romantic, eh?

Joining the ranks of existing polydrugs

So there’s Rue de la Gare – a lively street buzzing with locals. Sometimes I stroll there, listenin' to the hum of conversation from tiny cafes, sporadic laughter, and a few whispered confidences. It kinda reminds me of that scene in Spotlight, where every face hid a tale. "I’m just trying to find the truth," – sorta resonates, right?

B-licence with Ambrì for Sierre's Arnaud Montandon