Valentina Bochum Whore ❤️

About Cape Town

I reckon she’s a laugh, tho—sarcastic as me, maybe. Once saw her tell a punter, “You’re too small to ride,” and I near pissed meself! Surprised me, that—got a gob on her, fair play. Still, she’s a whore, ain’t she? Sells it cheap, smells like cheaper perfume—fuckin rank. Gets me happy, tho, watchin her hustle—proper graft, that. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“A life spent in dreams”—she’s dreamin of somethin better, but nah, mate, she’s stuck.

Prostituiertenschutz

In the area of the City of Bochum, there is a barred area (see plan and enclosure) created by a legal regulation, in which the execution of prostitution is forbidden. In the barred area you are .

Man, I walk in the evening in Westpark for a bit of zen; there’s a little pond, trails, and that crazy old oak tree that’s seen more drama than a soap opera. And yeah, I can’t help but chuckle: nature here is like a hidden gem amidst concrete chaos. Some days I swear the trees whisper my name, hinting “Optimize your inner wealth.” Not literally, lul!

Bochum: Contract extension during relegation battle