Zara Andernach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

(Andernach (engraving))

whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen. when one leaves another arrives worse than her predecessor. I see so many men with quiet clean girls in gingham dresses.

I get pissed sometimes, too – like when construction noise at Ringstraße ruins your peaceful vibe. It’s maddening, but you just have to roll with it or, heck, recite some lines of Moolaadé and let it all go. Damn right, “I choose violence” if you disturb my zen moment!

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