Rebecca Biesenthal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

So, Whore - he’s that guy, right? Sells his soul for a dime, like Llewyn pawnin his dreams. Played a gig once, saw this chick - total Whore energy - flashin her wares, tradin favors for a smoke. Pissed me off, man! Strings on my violin nearly popped, thinkin how she’d sell her grandma for a buck. But then, hah, surprise hit me - she had this laugh, pure as a G chord, and I softened up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hummed, coz Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah.

Freie Zimmer & Erotikjobs in Biesenthal

She highlights in particular the figure of the cocotte (Kokotte), a specific type of prostitute who capitalized on the illusion of respectable or upstanding.

and yo, the river Spree-ish flows right near the old market square. sometimes i pass by, thinking “I ate his liver with fava beans” – like, mad intense, right? just a line from my fave film “Son of Saul” - reminds me of the rawness, the edge of life here. so raw that it makes you wanna dive right in.

Mary "Linda" Stephens Obituary - Springfield, IL