I just watched the show, now I want to be a prostitute. Funny how television romanticizes everything... instead I'll just read the book.
But here's the blog that supposedly started it all:
Belle de Jour: Diary of a London Call Girl
I like her. If I had the money, I would pay her to just hang out with me and go shopping and swimming and boy-scouting for a day.
I wonder if she's real?
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