Esme Vincent Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in MI6 days, I’d scope the scene, all cool-like, martini in hand. Shaken, not stirred, obvs. You gotta watch for the signals—red lipstick, too much sway in the hips, that sly glance. Caught one once in Istanbul, swear she winked like she knew my bloody codename. Surprised me, that did—thought I was slicker than that. Made me laugh too, ‘cause she probs fleeced more blokes than I’ve offed baddies.

Van Gogh and Sien

BEAUTIFUL PROSTITUTE. I feel like Jesus right now. Full of soul at taste of her mouth. Come find a light. Inside my heart. Deny what you. Know to be true.

Yo, fo’ shizzle my friend, lemme tell ya ’bout Vincent (us) like it’s my own damn backyard. Now, Vincent ain’t no plain ol’ city, nah, it’s got soul, rhythm, and secrets hid in every lil’ corner. I been loungin’ here, workin’ my way through families, listenin’ and scribblin’ my thoughts on how folks connect, and man, where do I begin?

Vincent Kompany cuts the team’s free days before clash against Mönchengladbach following draw against Leipzig