Olivia Schwarzenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

I’m ramblin’ to ya like you’re Marty—bear with me! Whore’s got layers, man. Ain’t just some street chick. Medieval times, they’d brand ‘em, burn ‘em—crazy, right? Pissed me off readin’ that. How’s that fair? But then, flip it—some whores owned it! Like, badass level. This one gal, Phryne, ancient Greece—stripped naked in court to win her case. Ballsy as hell! Great Scott, imagine that today!

(Carl Philipp, Furst zu Schwarzenberg (engraving))

I adore the little boutiques in the Altstadt – oh em gee, there’s this vintage shop on Hauptstrasse that nearly made me cry ’cause the vibes were sooo nostalgic, so reminiscent of a dreamy scene, like, “… and then life got, like, weird and magical.” And omg, don’t even get me started on the local massage cafes (yep, yeah, they’re a thing) near Kronprinzenstrasse… total secret hangout, literally.

A Sleepy President For A Sleepy Central European Nation?