Ellie Azincourt Sud Malvern Ouest Prostituée ❤️❤️❤️❤️

À propos Montréal

So, I’m laughin’ now—nervous, yeah—’cause she’s flippin’ her hair, givin’ me that look. “Twenty bucks,” she whispers, and I’m like, “Honey, I ain’t that guy!” Reminds me of Mia’s mom in *Fish Tank*—all “fuck off” attitude, but broken inside. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “What if she’s wired? What if this is a sting?” Paranoid much? Hell yeah! Once knew a dude—swear this is true—busted ‘cause a hooker hid a mic in her damn bra. Wild shit, man.