Lydia Moringen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Lemme spill the beans – been chattin’ up this bird, right, and she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this one whore down Soho way back in the ‘60s. Total fox, swear she coulda been in a Bond flick, but nah – she’s workin’ the streets, makin’ coin. Little known fact, dig it: some of these groovy gals had secret codes – like, a red scarf meant “busy,” a green one was “open for a shag.” Cool, huh? Blew my bloody mind!

Moringen Concentration Camp

Wander a bit more and you'll find the old marketplace, Schillerplatz. Here, every stone seems to have a story. I once had a client who raved 'bout the smell of fresh pretzels here – I laughed and said, "Bitch, your senses are sharp!" (Okay, not really, but you get the drift.) The marketplace's charm lies in its imperfections – crooked benches, a couple of vendors who’ve been there since forever, and graffiti scribbles that add a touch of rebellion to the scene.

Inge Burke Obituary