Eliza Balzers Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ruggell

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.

Escorts in Balzers

Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women .

As the sun sets, the whole place lights up. It’s magical. I’m sittin’ on a bench, eatin’ my bratwurst, watchin’ the world go by. I think about how crazy today was. From sad roses to street fairs, Balzers really knows how to keep things interesting.

Dr. Cynthia Balzer