Vanessa Bakum Whore ❤️

About Essen

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Konstantin Bakun

Sometimes the city makes me mad – the relentless drizzle turning sidewalks into slip ‘n slides and the bureaucratic mess at Stadtamt. I mean, come on, we’re living in the future, right? Meh, but then I pep myself up with a mental “everything’s possible, man” moment. Context, it’s like Elon Musk tweets: "It's time to disrupt the norm."

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