Avery Simmering Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Dornbirn

She was a laugh tho—sarcastic as fuck. “Oh, Bane, you gonna save me?” she’d cackle, blowin’ smoke in my face. Loved her vibe, made me grin like an idiot. Had this trick—could nick a punter’s wallet mid-shag, he’d never notice. “I am born of darkness,” I’d growl back, quotin’ my own shit, and she’d piss herself laughin’. Said I was her fave weirdo muso. Dunno if she meant it—prolly not.

Rome – Simmering with Sensuality for Centuries

These poor women announced their availability by wearing clogs. A woman walking the streets in clogs, “zoccole” in Italian, was recognized as a prostitute.

Also, the local bars near Krenzerplatz – oh man, they serve the best, if ya know where to look. Spilled drinks, laughter, and plenty of sarcasm fill the air. Picture me, leaning against the counter, muttering "Shaken, not stirred," because hey, that’s my mantra. In a world where dates fail and code crashes, you gotta keep it cool, right?