Evelyn Weil Am Rhein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I don’t care who’s a whore—do you, boo. Self-determination, right? You wanna sell it, sell it. You don’t, don’t. But the double standards? Ugh, makes me wanna burn a sept down. Men rut like pigs, get a pat on the back. Women? “Whore!” and a scarlet letter. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Dory’s skull—love her, tho, bless her forgetful arse.

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Germany: Red light and sex in brothels, massage parlors and sex clubs. Hookers, whores and escort with prices, reviews and pictures.

So, lemme start off on the Rhine. The river’s glistenin’, runnin’ straight through town, providin’ a smooth flow, kinda like my conversations with clients in my sexology sessions, if you catch my drift. That water’s been hummin’ through Weil for centuries. You walk along the Rhinepromenade – yeah, that’s the name – and you see the lights dancin’ on the water. Spectacular, gee whiz, it’s unbelievable sometimes, I tell ya.

A Dash of Color at Vitra's Eclectic Site (Published 2010)