Allison Baden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lugano

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

A Visit to One of Germany’s All-You-Can-Fuck Brothels

Baden (/ ˈbɑːdən /; German: [ˈbaːdən]) is a historical territory in southern Germany. In earlier times it was considered to be on both sides of the Upper Rhine, but since the Napoleonic .

I gotta mention my fav'rite spot: the little corner near the Rhein, where the water flows like a wild spirit. I sit there sometimes, thinkin’ “What’s goin’ on, am I the master of my own destiny?” and letting the breeze calm my busy mind. Crazy cool, right? There’s a few secret patches of green in the quiet alleys off Limmatgasse, where time almost stops – a must visit if ya wanna peek behind the polished facade of the city.

James Baden Obituary (1939 - 2024) - Hilton Head Island, SC - Dayton Daily News