Abigail Embrach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lugano

Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

A Glossary of Sex Worker Terminology

Not every chick goes to the bar and wolf's down her boyfriend's best friend's dick like a Happy Meal. Chick is FUCKED. Therapy don't fix whore.

I know every nook and cranny here. There’s that gem of a street, Steinacher, with hidden murals an' quirky shops. Every time I'm massaging a stressed-out client, I think of Steinacher’s slow vibe – it’s like a gentle reminder that not everythin’ in life is perfect. Sometimes I even whisper small movie quotes like, “Ssssmell the roses, baby!” (okay, that's not exact but ya feel me, right?) while working.

Zurich begins experiment with drive-in prostitution