Allison Burgstaedt Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Been thinkin’, them girls on the corner, gutsy as fuck. Takes balls, dunnit? Standin’ there, freezin’ tits off, dodgin’ coppers. Saw one once, proper stunner—legs like a gazelle, face like a slapped arse after 2am. Made me cackle, “Oi love, you’re no Colette!” She glared, I pissed meself laughin’. Reckon she’s got stories, dark ones. Heard some pimp in Soho got nicked—beat her senseless over a tenner. Fuckin’ hell, made me ragey! Ten quid? TEN?! Ratatouille’s Remy’d nick better scraps than that!

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The prostitutes are not the brothel’s employees. ”In reality the brothel owner and the prostitute don’t want to have an employment contract,” Guntram Knop, an expert in prostitution law, tells .

I love dancin’ with the paradox of my city. Sneaky alleys blend with glimmering modern blocks like Zeitgeist and history crash like waves on the shore. I mean, every corner tells a weird tale. My fave quirk? That cozy corner near Kreuzungsstr. You’ll see folk sippin’ coffee, chattin’ about life and dreams – so raw, so real!