Harper Bomlitz Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Cologne

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

Manila Red Light Districts Map

Sometimes I getin mad at the eternal drip of time, yet also chuffed when a newbie finds the best spot at the Burgerchen near the old post office on Lindenstr. Sometimes the streets recalcitrate with potholes I curse like a forgotten spell—argh, maddening, totally maddening! I’ve swear a few times, but then—hey, it’s life, yes?

56 area bands share the spotlight at rock fest