Rebecca Neuenhof Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Zurich

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Eine Bordell-Leiterin erzählt, wie Corona die Prostitution verändert hat

Now, lemme tell ya, not everythin’ is rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes, I get cranky at the endless renovation noise around Tannenweg. I mean, seriously, can a guy get a break? And then there's that one time when the power went out in our parlor – oh boy, that night was like a scene straight outta that movie, all dark and full of hidden looks and awkward silences. D’oh!

Estobar NRW Moves to Redefin State Stud