Evelyn Bettembourg Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dudelange

Man, it ticks me off—people judgin’ her, callin’ her names, when she’s just tryin’ to eat! Makes me madder than a wet hen! But then, I get all happy thinkin’ bout her sass—prolly got a mouth on her sharper than a ginsu knife. “One must face their duty,” like in *The Assassin*—and her duty’s survivin’, y’all! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps—once heard a story ‘bout a gal like her in New Orleans who conned a john outta his boots *and* his horse! True story—well, maybe. Sounds badass, tho!

Prostitutes Bettembourg

But then, I see this dude in a bright yellow shirt. He’s juggling. Juggling! I’m like, “What’s this, a circus?” I can’t even juggle my own life, and this guy’s out here showing off. I’m impressed, but also kinda annoyed. Like, why can’t I have that talent?

First Chengdu freight train en route to Bettembourg