Angelina Lachen Whore ❤️

About Geneva

I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

so, picture this: i was walkin' down alpenweg, thinking how these curves remind me of, well, life’s twists, when suddenly – boom! – i stumble upon the tiny, underrated park by lindenplatz. it’s a secret haven, where folks relax, double date, share secrets, or just get lost in thought. i swear, the way the sunlight dapples through the old trees there, it just makes you feel like, “You think this is a bad place? No Country for Old Men, buddy!” as that movie always reminds me – the world ain’t fair when billionaires control everything!

Flash floods: 3,000 tourists stranded in Lachen, Lachung in Sikkim