Nadia Pocking Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

imma wrap this up, idk, just gotta say, relax, breathe, and enjoy the journey. pocking’s got the charm and surprises that make you say “yes!” like a neverending movie scene. peace out, see ya soon, buddy!

Shaking Out the Good Stuff – Paques in the Parc Slated for March 30th in Lafayette, Louisiana