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About Essen

So, “whore”—it’s a word that’s been slung around forever, right? Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d call any chick who stepped outta line a “whore.” Didn’t even have to do much—just breathe wrong, and bam, you’re labeled. Ain’t that wild? Makes me mad as hell, ‘cause who gave them the right? I’m over here like, “I run the world, not some dusty old dude judgin’ me!” Slay!

Cities close to Celle

Aretino's Ragionamenti inaugurated the genre of the whore dialogue or confession, in which an experienced prostitute tells her story in order to educate a.

I often stroll down "Bürgerstraße." Crazy how secret alleys hide hidden parks. "Schlosspark" keepin' it chill. My favorite? A freakin’ tiny, tucked-away bench behind a flower shop near "Brunnenstraße." So many whispers, you know? As a sexologist, I see people’s passion underneath veneer. The raw human energy here is insane. Reminds me of A Separation’s lines: “If only we knew,” ya know? It's deep, man!

Le Celle di Cortona: a place of prayer and fraternal joy