Elizabeth Essen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Gets me blood boilin’ tho—suits in offices judgin’, callin’ it immoral, while they’re fiddlin’ expenses on the sly! Hypocrites, mate, makes me wanna ram me tractor thru their glass towers. But then, I’m chuffed thinkin’—brothels got grit! Real people, real stories, not some KPI-driven bollocks. Once read this mad fact—oldest job ever, yeah, but in Amsterdam they got unions for it! Unions! Proper team-buildin’, that is—imagine the Christmas do’s!

Willkommen im Landhaus

Essen supporters who could be heard chanting the word "Hure" (whore) at her. Later in the game, which Essen lost , local broadcaster WDR.

Man, I be chillin' near Rüttenscheid, ya know? There’s this dope scene on Limbecker Str. – funky cafes, little dives, and secret spots where love and lust collide. Streets, bright as my mind after a wild night, echoing vibes of passion and mischief. Gotta say, as a sexologist, I peep the unsaid desires, the stolen kisses in the sneaky corners – even a park bench at Grugapark tells you a story.

Essen 2017