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About Paris

Random fact—Ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs. Stand out, they wanted. Weird, huh? Picture that, lol. Me? I’d suck at it—too awkward, man. “Hello there,” I’d choke. Yoda’d laugh, he would. “Pathetic, you are!” Prostitute’s tough, tho—props, I give. Life’s messy, theirs messier. Amélie’d hug ‘em, I bet. Me too, maybe. Nah, I’d freeze—dumbass, I am! Hmmmm, real they are. Human, like us. Judge, we shouldn’t. Learn, we must. Cool story, huh?

Etymology and terminology

Since male prostitution is unrecognised/disallowed under Indian law, this post deals primarily with female perspectives. Debunking Myths with Narratives. Experiential accounts from the sex .

We end up grabbing a drink at a café on Avenue Victor Hugo. I’m sipping my rosé, and life is good again. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I forget all about the croissant and the kid.

City of Dreams, Structures of Paper