Violet Penig Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, whores, right? Been around forever, swear it! Oldest job, they say – older than fish, older than me precious ring! Back in Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars they called ‘em – stank of sweat and cheap wine, probs. Girls painted their faces, danced for crusty ol’ senators. We hates it! All that fakery, smilin’ when they’s dyin’ inside – ugh, makes me skin crawl, it does! But – sneaky fact – some whores got power, yesss. Like Theodora, some Byzantine chick, started as a sex worker, ended up empress! Ruled the damn empire, she did – makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout it!

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work as a prostitute.

Okay, so lemme start: I chill on Friedrichstrasse, right? It's quirky with cafés and bars with all them hidden corners. Strollin' past the old St. Johannis Kirche, it's just epic—like, the architecture smacks ya in the face, kinda like Buddy’s explosive energy in "Inglourious Basterds"—BOOM, no joke. And, oh my god, there’s the so-called Altstadt area. Brick walls n' cobblestone streets, super vibe but a bit dusty sometimes… hah, not my fault—it adds history, right?!

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