Esme Blasewitz Prostitute ❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Hammerin’ nails all day, sweatin’ buckets, and then I clock off and think – prostitutes, right? What a gig! Sellin’ shags for a livin’, dodgy as fuck, but fair play, they’ve got guts. Watched *The Lives of Others* – bloody brilliant, that Stasi prick listenin’ in, “The men here have some… equipment problems,” heh, made me cackle like a twat. Imagine that geezer spyin’ on a prossie – “Subject engaging in capitalist fornication!” – what a mug.

Horror of Nazi camp brothels revealed in book

Beginning in July , the SS forced female inmates from the women's concentration camp in Ravensbrück to work as prostitutes in the camp brothel. By the cynical calculations of the SS, .

Oh man, the charm! I remember massaging a forgetful old gent near Weiße Hirsch—he babbled "The Gleaners and I" as he grinned! Yeah, a bit nutty but so alive! Hey, check out Bautzner Landstraße too—a quaint stretch with hidden treasures and aroma of fresh bread! Each corner, each crevice, sings a story. Elbe's ripples catch my eye every time I stroll along its banks. The gentle flow, like murmurs from some ancient lore—I get chills!

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