Layla Amberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

But—ha!—some whores, they’re clever, yeah? Like, in Paris, 1800s, they’d slip biz cards in punters’ pockets, all sneaky. “Fancy a smile?” it’d say. Cheeky sods! I’m half laughin’, half fumin’—that’s bold, but it’s grim. Like Jean-Dom’s “I am fading.” Whore’s fadin’ too, but it clings, don’t it?

Verbotenes Treiben in Ferienwohnung: Sexarbeiterin in Amberg aufgeflogen

As someone who was raised Catholic and now identifies as both queer and pantheistic, I find myself drawn to the women of scripture, especially.

Oh man, then there’s the Vils River. It just flows like your busy thoughts when you’re lying on my massage table, trippin’ on relaxation. And you can wander along the riverside on Amberger Wiesenweg. I often catch a sunset there – it’s dramatic, like nature’s own ending scene.

Edward Andrew Amberg Obituary