Aria Baar Whore ❤️

About Basel

Little known fact—whores in old Rome, right, they’d dye their hair blonde to stand out, scream “I’m the biz!” Blew my mind, cos I love a blonde bombshell—makes me wanna shout, “Yeah, baby, yeah!” Gets me all randy thinkin’ ‘bout it. But real talk, they’re hustlin’, survivin’—respect, ya know? Freddie’d get it, all lost and scrappin’—whores are fighters too.

“Hoar” or “Whore”

Become a whore! The broken drum has a hidden underground brothel, so you better not be picking up clients there, or you will end up in a tough situation!

Oh, and the weekend market on Bahnhofgasse? Insane stuff! Vendors, fresh fruit, handmade crafts, and some wild live music that makes you wanna dance. I got so hyped last season, I nearly danced in the rain. Rain? Yeah, sometimes it pours unpredictably. Life’s moments, my friend, unpredictable like scenes from that movie. “Time doesn’t exist!” echoes in my head when I stroll by the old mill near Lindenweg.

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