Luna Bayreuth Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

A King's Whore

Geschichte der Prostitution mit all ihren Begleiterscheinungen in der Residenz-, Festspiel- und Universitätsstadt Bayreuth, Kurzer Auszug: Festspielstadt mit Freudenhaus - .

Oh, by the by, check out the area around Markgräfliches Theater – it's a mix of arts, sex, and scandal – well, maybe not scandal but you get my drift. I even had a cheeky heart-to-heart with a hippie poet while chilling at the scenic Rednitz river banks near Brandenburger Straße. I'm telling ya, the energy here is ecstatic and raw – kinda like the director Béla Tarr's vibe in that movie.

Exploring Bayreuth's Fabled Acoustic