Memoirs Of A French Whore -

In my youth, I believed I was selling my time. I soon realized I was selling a mirror. The Performance of the Boudoir

: Those who simply want to sit in a room with another human being and say absolutely nothing at all. The Weight of the Secret Memoirs of a French Whore

I am a merchant of the most basic human currency. I own my hours, even if I do not always own my body. In the morning, when I walk to the bakery for a baguette, the sun hits the Seine just like it does for the saints and the sinners alike. In my youth, I believed I was selling my time