Kayla Goch Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Back in old London, whores had secrets. Did ya know some kept diaries? Scribblin’ ‘bout lords they bedded – ha! One even snitched to the coppers, brought down a duke! We’s cackling thinkin’ ‘bout it. Dirty fingers, dirty deals, precious. Makes us mad, all that sneakin’. But happy too – they’s survivors, ain’t they? Like Carol and Therese, “What a strange girl you are.” Whore’s strange too, livin’ bold, no shame.

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Oh! And there's this narrow, quirky lane called Kiepenheuerstr. That hidden gem is too cool; full of graffiti memories and odd shop windows. Sometimes I stop, lean against a lamp post, all casual, watchin’ passersby. I always feel like I'm in a slapstick comedy, stumbling upon life's random little gags – a bit like my dear pal Mr. Bean, clumsy yet endearing.

RCAF fliers from Quebec remembered at Carreg Goch, Wales