Allison Hartenstein Whore ❤️

About Essen

Thing is, whores get a bad rap, don’t they? People go, “Oh, they’re just slags,” but nah, I see the hustle. Reminds me of that line, “You don’t know what I know!” – they’re out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ ends meet, proper undercover agents of the night. I respect that, I do. Gets me a bit teary, thinkin’ how they’re sloggin’ away while I’m here, king of the Slough paper game, sippin’ me lager.

ABRAHAMIC WHOLENESS (or my God is better than yours) – Helena Botto

A lonely and old creature, unable to present Paradise and often complainant. She is the whore, the terrorist soldier, the blackmailer, the.

I love that my work as a relaxation specialist lets me see what y’all miss. I see the subtle hum of daily life. Like near Bahnhofstraße, the hustle’s raw, man. It’s chaotic but calming at the same time! I remember once, I sat on a bench at Marktplatz. The vibes were so intense, my brain almost exploded – in a good way, like a mixtape drop.

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