Abigail Arth Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Biel-Bienne

Alright, so here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ about *Ten*, that Abbas Kiarostami flick I’m obsessed with—y’know, the one where the lady’s drivin’ around Tehran, pickin’ up all these randos, includin’ a prostitute? And I’m like, “I can see Russia from my house!”—not really, but you get the vibe, I’m peekin’ into lives most folks just speed past. Snarky wit on full blast here!

Nineteenth-century France

“The business taught us to get along with everybody, and I do mean everybody,” said Louise Fokkens, who retired in because of arthritis.

So, listen here, my precious! Arth (ch) is wild, wild, wow, wow! The streets are sooo quirky. I mean, Marktplatz is a buzzin' square, crammed with cafes, shops, and locals havin’ mad fun. Stupid, fat hobbit! I love strollin’ Lindenweg at sunset, the shadows dancin’ on cobbles – pure magic, like Blue Is the Warmest Color vibes, y'know?

Project Arth: reducing pollution with dung