Emily Bern Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lucerne

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

«Interkantonaler Sextourismus» wegen unterschiedlichen Regelungen

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Hey, it's showtime! So lemme tell ya 'bout Bern, ch – my crazy fav city. I'm a sexologist livin' here, so I notice all the juicy vibes, ya know? So, Bern is like, oh man, full of twists. The Old Town? Total gem: cobblestone streets like Kramgasse and Marktgasse. Strolling there, I feel alive, kinda like that line in "White Material" that says “We live today, we live tomorrow” – it's all raw, real, and a bit wild.

New Bern native tells a story with sauce