Freya Embrach Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Biel-Bienne

Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

About this movie

Fashionably teak-colored open wooden garages, popularly called "sex boxes" by the Swiss media, will be open for business for drive-in customers.

I gotta mention the river – the little Embranzer Bach. It flows quietly, almost secret-like, through the town. I once had this client who said, “This town is like a riddle, but in a good way.” And oh boy, was she right! I mean, the river's flow makes me think – is it me or the town? And then my mind goes all erratic: “Tropical, tropical…” and I laugh cuz life is just absurd sometimes.

Most asylum-seekers unaccounted for after leaving Swiss centre