Anna Erbendorf Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

Erotic offers in Brand

When Germany legalised prostitution in it triggered an apparently unstoppable growth in the country’s sex industry. It’s now worth 15 billion euros a year and embraces everything from.

Erbendorf’s river, the Weiße, glitters under the sun near Lindenstraße. I’ve sat right there, massaging tension away from my weary customers, feeling the gentle stream and thinking, “You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Crazy mumbo jumbo but it rings true sometimes.

Here's What the Earth Sounds Like Six Miles Below Ground