Elise Werder Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Sometimes I’d watch ‘em, thinkin’—damn, they’re free, wild, untamed. Not like me, stuck playin’ roles. “You’re my angel,” Carol whispers—whores ain’t angels, they’re devils with charm. Love that, tho—keeps life spicy. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian whores? Sewed pockets in skirts for quick cash grabs—sneaky lil’ minxes! Makes ya wonder, huh? History’s full of ‘em, hidin’ in plain sight.

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Oh, and the parks – the big one’s called Stadtpark. Ever been there? It’s huge. Full of twisted trees, random statues that look like they were assembled by a drunken artist, and benches where lovelorn drunks mutter poetic nonsense. It gives you that "Jesse James" vibe: raw, unfiltered, and a bit bloody, if you ask me. I once had a customer who claimed the park’s bench was cursed or summat – classic Werder nonsense, I say.

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