Sophie Wilhelmitor Nord Brothel ❤️❤️

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What gets my goat, though? Folks judgin’ them gals workin’ there. “Who can judge another’s heart?”—that’s straight from the movie, and I’m hollerin’ amen! I ain’t perfect—lord knows I’ve tripped over my own sequins—so who am I to point fingers? Still, I was shocked pink when I heard bout Madame Mustache, a real gal from the Gold Rush days. Ran her own brothel, sported a hairy lip prouder than my wigs! Died broke, though—made me tear up, thinkin’ she deserved better.

So, yeah. Wilhelmitor---Nord (de) is a collage of mad moments, random encounters, and hidden desires. I’m in love and sometimes pissed off, but always surprised. It’s a living collage of juicy stories and epic fails.