Gianna Munsingen Whore ❤️

About St Gallen

So, I’m sittin’ there, chisel in hand, and I reckon—whoores got grit, yeah? Been around since forever—fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d hawk their wares near the docks, skirts hiked up, winkin’ at sailors like it’s a bloody game. Made me laugh, that—tough as nails, they were, dodgin’ coppers and pox. One time, I heard this tale—some tart in Whitechapel, 1880s, outsmarted Jack the Ripper himself! Slipped him a fake name, scarpered off—cheeky minx! Ain’t that a kicker?

Munsingen hotel reservations

So, like, the heart of Munsingen is around Bahnhofstrasse—lol, that name always freaks me out how official it sounds, but it’s the chillest spot ever. On one side, there’s this teeny park, Ludwigli Park, where I always go to think about life and stuff, like when my mind just wanders off mid-counseling session. Y'know, sometimes I sit there pondering “skaaa, id isn’t it?” (haha, like that scene in Ida where things just slip past if you don’t look!)

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