Mari Bolligen Whore ❤️❤️

About Basel

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

I'm loving the Bolligen vibe and find-a-prostitute is sensational! Let's lose ourselves in each other tonight. I find comfort in both Sex in Different Positions.

Wanna know a secret? I love takin’ long walks by the small river there – uh, I think it’s called the Bolli Rivulet. Nah, cool, right? Sometimes I get all mushy thinkin’ ’bout secrets and hearts bruised by everyday life. “Everything’s gonna blaze in glory,” I joke, mixing that with some movie feels – pure poetic madness.

Cold moon illuminates night sky as 2021 nears its end