Audrey Bolligen Whore ❤️

About Lucerne

I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

Sex workers chronicle life in Indian brothels

Guddi was just 11 years old when she was trafficked from the countryside. She was lured directly from the protection of her parents and 13 other siblings, from her home in a poor village near.

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