Isabelle Sargans Whore ❤️❤️

About Bern

So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

The German Gothic Novel in Anglo-German Perspective

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Sargans is a mix of quirky charm, vibrant nooks, and, dare I say, soulful magic. Every corner, every street tell a secret story, like my fave coffee spot on Limmatweg – oh so random, but it’s where I scribble down my crazy thoughts during daydreams.

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