Belle de Jour's voice is like a string of colored beads, like steps to the sea, and London -- well, London is her city. Cool air and cooler hearts mingle under a glowing skyline, glass buildings reflecting the streetlamps like manmade constellations, and it's behind these depthless gleaming panes where she does her finest work. And though certain words trail behind her, displaced breaths grasping for description, the truth is she is everything that they encompass, and more. They can say what they wish, but sex is her calling, her life, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She is clever, sophisticated, perfectly crafted and she is an experience you will never, ever forget. It's a business doing pleasure with you.




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