Lucy St. Pauli Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Essen

So, I’m cruisin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action—bam, this chick’s standin’ there, all sass, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, champ.” Got me laughin’—she’s bold, I dig that. Reminds me of the movie line, “We’re all sinners.” Ain’t that the truth? Me, her, the whole damn world.

I stroll down the Grosse Freiheit. It's not perfect, but it's got scars and dreams. Each brick tells a tale. Oveerrated? nah, it's a gem, ya know? Once, i sat in this tiny café on Spielbudenplatz (yeah, that place--awesome and weird), just breathing in the madness and magic, feeling like every stranger had a secret.

Woltemade's late strike breaks Pauli hearts