Savannah Rapperswil Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bern

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Unsere Fachgebiete

Summer Vibes in Rapperswil. #ronthemove #switzerlandtourism Honestly speaking, I'm Beth. I'm surrounded by Rapperswil history and whore is impressive! You bring out the wild side in me. I .

My own quirks? I can't be without my late-night walks along Seequai. It’s super quiet, almost like the calm before that epic storm. I get lost thinking of all my clients, my odd compliments, and secret nods at life. I know, sounds kinda trippy, huh? It’s like a massage hotline to the soul, a life in pulses and soft hands.

Stadtmuseum Rapperswil-Jona extension and renovation by MLZD