Evelyn Voss Prostitute ❤️

About Sarpsborg

So, this prossie—gorgeous, yeah?—she’s chattin’ up some geezer, and I’m like, “How’s she do that?” Confidence, mate! *puffs chest, stumbles* Reminds me, “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind!” She’s livin’ it, bold as brass! Made me happy, seein’ her strut, but—ugh—sad too, ‘cos blokes treat her rotten. *frowns, kicks air* Once heard this story—some tart in Soho, 1800s, she hid a bleedin’ diamond in her corset! *mimes stuffin’ somethin’ down shirt* Got away with it, too—cheeky mare!

Section 1: Europe

American Male Prostitute - How I (Almost) Got a Book Deal Through Sex, Lies, and Deceit. by Wilfried F. Voss.

I leave the park feeling lighter. I stroll back to the lake, and the sunset is insane. The sky’s all pink and orange, reflecting on the water. I whip out my phone, snap a pic, and think, “This is why I love Voss.”

Dr. Diane Sue Voss