Elise Visp Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Winterthur

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Girl Of The Week

Lesser-known? Gah, Sitterlingweg, a weird alley behind the old town. Totally underground scene. Some street arts too. Real relic vibe. I got mad when some bright neon ruined it. But then bumped into a cute date, so ya know… epic flip.

Sanofi-Lonza Biologics Production Facility, Visp, Switzerland