She still remembers. She always will. The red lights of car rides. The feeling of her hand on a hotel door handle. The chill of the hallway air as she prepared herself to become someone else. The look in a man’s eyes that wasn’t love, wasn’t hate — just hunger. She remembers the scent of rooms that weren’t hers, the sound of fake laughter, the way time would stretch and fold in strang... https://im.tottaax.com/call-girls/pune