Leah Pont Saint Esprit Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Marseille

Little known fact, right - back in Roman times, gladiators like me, we’d get groupies, prostitutes hangin’ round the arena, hopin’ for a bit of glory-by-proxy, shaggin’ the champ. Wild, eh? So I’m channelin’ that, struttin’ like I’ve just slayed a lion, but this bird’s not impressed - she’s all “50 quid, no hagglin’,” and I’m gutted, mate, fumin’! Where’s the banter, the negotiation? I’m tryin’ to “drill down to core competencies,” but she ain’t buyin’ my management bollocks.

Prostitution, procuring, sex tourism

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I get mad – like, too many rules and boring folks tryin' to make life tidy. But then, hell, I see real passion sprawled on every cracked pavement. Makes me happy. I laugh at the absurdity. I mean, c’mon – this town’s got so many layers, it's like an onion... or a b*cch sometimes. Oops, gotta keep it PG here, huh?

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