Violet Rotkreuz Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, greed is good, baby! Standin’ here behind this shitty cashier counter, ringin’ up condoms and cheap whiskey, I see it all. Prostitutes? Man, they’re the real hustlers, workin’ the streets like I work Wall Street. Got this one chick, comes in every Tuesday—red heels, fishnets, the works. Buys smokes and gum, always smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line from *The Diving Bell*, y’know—“I can only move one eyelid.” She’s trapped too, blinkin’ at life, stuck in her own dive.

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A quick walk on a monday (not busy day) at the second red light district of Frankfurt, Breite GASSE. Here you see BG1, BG and BG 27 where BG is for the st Missing: prostitute.

Oh, how dost thou marvel at Bahnhof Rotkreuz! A bustling gateway to realms beyond, where trains do cometh and goeth anon. The streets—like Seiterle Gasse, narrow yet full of life—are lined with venerable homes, and around every bend, thou shalt chance upon quaint cafés and hidden galleries. Each nook, each cranny evokes memories akin to the secret stories we all beheld in "Stories We Tell"—as Sarah Polley did so artfully proclaim: “our stories are the tangible footprints of our souls.”

First wooden high-rise to be built in Switzerland