Lina Weener Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Munich

Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

So you want to book a sex worker?

It sounds like you're trying to force your body to respond sexually in situations in which you're not totally comfortable.

I work here on the dating site, right? So I'm always peepin’ the neighborhoods. The old district by Am Fluss is my secret fave. Seriously, the little river, the "Flussl", winds past a vintage park called Sonnenpark. I've sat there mindin’ my biz, watchin' couples walk by, thinkin’ "we're all just wanderin' souls..." And oh, I sometimes get mad when the pigeons steal my lunch, but hey, that's Weener for ya.

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