Gabriella Kisra Sume A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

Little known fact, right—Victorian times, prossies used arsenic makeup. Glowin’ skin, deadly price. Clementine knew that, clever lass, told me over a pint. “Boris,” she says, “we’re all a bit mad.” Made me think—*lacuna memoriae*, memory gaps, like the film. She’d forget the bad nights, I reckon. Surprised me, her brains—thought she’d just be about the shaggin’. Nope, sharp as a tack.

Etymology and terminology

So, I finish my drink and head over. The bookstore is tiny but cozy. I’m browsing, and I find this old comic book. It’s like a blast from the past! I’m grinning like a kid in a candy store. But then, I notice the price tag. Seriously? Who pays that much for a comic? I put it back, but I’m still smiling.