Lucy St. Georg Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Essen

So, I’m thinkin—why’s this job pull folks in? Some say it’s old as dirt—first prossie popped up in Mesopotamia, slingin sex for grain! Ain’t that a hoot? Grain! I’d be pissed if Homer paid with donuts—hmm… maybe not, I’d eat ‘em. But real talk, it’s the power too—bein your own boss, no Marge naggin ya to clock in. Tho, gotta say, the stink o’ sleazy johns’d make me gag—ugh, so gross! Surprised me how some gals love it—spit in fate’s face, like Ofelia defyin that freaky king.

Okay, so let’s rap about the vibe: the streets are alive, sometimes kinda chaotic, sometimes drop-dead quiet. Back alleys near St. Georg station hide tiny cafes that serve the best coffee – trust me on this one. I always get a jolt of energy there even on my lazy afternoons.

Photos & Video: HSBC St George’s Event