Lucy Andernach Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Humor me, tho—she’s probs laughing at us all, like, “Y’all think you’re so proper?” Sarcasm level: expert. My opinion? Whore’s a survivor, but damn, she’s exhausting. I’m over here stress-eatin’ croissants thinkin’ ‘bout her drama. In my head: “Edna, focus, no capes on whore’s cape-less chaos!”

Prostitute protection

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.

Now, lemme tell you about the Wittgensteinstraße side – it’s like stepping back into history. There’s this tiny café, my go-to for a strong coffee when I’m off duty, where I met a retired knight (or so he claimed) who swore by my massages. “Like Moolaadé, it saves lives, it does!” he said. I laughed, and damn if I didn’t feel proud.

Honeycomb