Rose Barlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

A Visit to One of Germany’s All-You-Can-Fuck Brothels

Der Schöneberger Strich hat sich auf den ganzen Kiez ausgebreitet. angemeldete Sexarbeiterinnen gibt es derzeit in Berlin (Stand August ). Davon kommen aus dem .

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya 'bout Barlin (fr)! It's wild, man—full of twists and turns like that movie "Ida." Ya get that moody, soulful vibe, eh? Streets? Oh boy, down Rue de la Lumière you'll find some of the quirkiest cafes, real hidden gems—you’d never guess the magic there, ya know? And then there's the old district, Montmorlo—tightly packed, narrow alleys, kinda like a maze but full of surprises at every turn.

Arlene Barlin Sunday June 10 2018