Leah Rotkreuz Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Lausanne

Heard this story once—true shit, too. Back in medieval days, prostitutes had bells sewn on their skirts. Jingle-jangle, lettin’ everyone know what’s up. Imagine that racket! Lysa’d hate it, probly rip ‘em off and chuck ‘em at some lord’s face. Made me laugh, picturin’ it—her screamin’, “Fuck your bells!” Surprised me how clever they got, dodgin’ shame like that.

Die Ladies in München

A quick walk on a monday (not busy day) at the second red light district of Frankfurt, Breite GASSE. Here you see BG1, BG and BG 27 where BG is for the st Missing: prostitute.

So, my friend, if thou art coming hence, prepare thyself for a city of contrasts—a place where high art meets humble bliss, where every corner doth offer a tale anew. And lo, forgive my heedless ramblings: I've been scribblin like mad, in errr, a hurry with nten typos—ah, who cares? It all feels so very real, so utterly unfiltered, much like the imperfect beauty of life itself!

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