Zenith Oteli

I am a street prostitute. She's not a call girl or anything like that; no, a real sidewalk whore, with high heels and menthol cigarettes. I'm going somewhere this morning. It's an old service I have to provide. I won't go into details. I won't tell you about my childhood, my loves, my pain. I won't tell you how I got here, you'd be too pleased with that. You won't get anything else from today. If you're waiting for me to talk about rape, abandonment, HIV and heroin, go away, perverts. Here it will be just my day, like all the days I've lived, all the days I'll live until I die. There will be no family tragedy, third page news or psychological implications.

A street prostitute in Paris is “not a call girl or anything like that; Human scenes from the daily work of Nanou, "no, a real pavement whore": Prisoners, bar managers, school monitors, bikers, aspiring writers, those who have no one but their dog... They have either exhausted their dreams or have never dreamed at all, counting the days as they pass by, Their only concern is the unique little people, the real guests of the hotel...

(From the Promotional Bulletin)

< strong>Dough Type:2. Dough

Size: 13 x 19.5

First Printing Year: 2019

Number of Printings: 1. Printing