Olivia Arth Whore ❤️❤️

About Zurich

What gets me goat, though? Society’s all *tut-tut*, judgin’ like they’re Caesar on a throne. Whores ain’t hurtin’ no one! They’re out there, makin’ a quid, livin’ their *vita mea*—my life, my rules. Reminds me of that film bit, “The wind carries it away.” Their choices, their breeze—let ‘em blow free, I say! Gets me proper chuffed seein’ folk dodge the prudes.

BUT NOT AS YOU KNOW IT

About half way through Arth -the Destination, Humaima Malik screams, "I am not a whore." It is difficult to believe the actor, and not because her character is written like that of a harlot, or .

I fumbled my keys here once. So embarrassing, right? I was chattin’ up some starry-eyed lasses, then bam—lost my keys in a gully near the viaduct. Not again, stupid, fat hobbit! And then I discovered a speakeasy in an abandoned warehouse on Oberdorfstrasse. Crazy hidden gem, legen—wait for it—dary!

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