Emilia Tranby Prostitute ❤️

About Stavanger

“I want you to be free,” Carol tells Therese—wished I coulda told Ruby that. She got nabbed by cops one winter, never saw her again. Hmm… still bugs me, y’know? Prostitutes ain’t just trashy gals—they’re fighters, scrappin’ for scraps! Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, or at least bake ‘em a pie. What d’ya think, hon—am I nuts or what?

Transsexuell und erfolgreich

Notre reporter est partie à leur rencontre au bois de Boulogne, dans la banlieue huppée de Paris. Elles racontent la peur, les violences mais aussi l’espoir de se faire entendre. Il y a un an, la.

So, I’m setting up this radio, and outta nowhere, the guy’s dog starts barking like it’s the end of the world. I jump! Almost drop the radio. I’m like, “Chill, pup! I’m just here to make your owner happy!”

Our business schools have a blindspot that’s hindering a more co-operative culture