Luna Kups Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Frankfurt

Ain’t all fun tho. Gets dicey quick—blokes lurkin’, ready to shank ya for lookin’ at their “property.” Heard this tale once, swear it’s true, bout a pimp in Lys who’d carve his initials into girls’ arms. Sick bastard. Made me ragey, thinkin’ bout it—wanted to burn the whole damn brothel down. Still, ya gotta admire the hustle, y’know? These birds, they’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ the Goldcloaks, makin’ ends meet. Takes guts, more’n most o’ my snivellin’ courtiers got.

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

Man, I’ve gotten pissed off by the constant noise from the club near Meisenweg, right next to an ancient abandoned brick oven house. I mean, seriously? What’s up with that? It’s like Quentin Tarantino shouted, "I love rumors, and I like a bit of chaos," and bam, it’s a snarl of mess and magic at once. I always joke: “Are you smellin’ what Kups is cookin’?”

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