Fatima Herbstein Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Essen

Favorite part? Some prostitutes in history were badass spies! WW2, they’d fuck Nazis, steal secrets—boom, war heroes! Bet they’d laugh at “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—cuz they ain’t blameless, they’re savage! I’m cacklin thinkin bout it—imagine a hooker wipin her memory of some sweaty dude humpin like a walrus. “Forget me, forget me not”—nah, she’s like, “Forgot you mid-thrust, loser!”

The author

Sex! I'm no dynamo, and the act hardly consumes me, but I would like to have some more before I die. Where better to.

So, Herbstein's got, like, this main artery – Hauptstrasse – where all the magic and madness come together. I stroll down there on lazy afternoons, thinkin' "I must endure, yet always search for some glimmer in darkness," just like in Son of Saul, feel me? It's like, every step's a story. Then there's the Marktplatz – a vibrant square buzzin' with energy, where local vendors show off their goods. I always get a rush watchin' fams chat and laugh together, reminds me of my therapy sessions, where we're all trying to piece ourselves back together like a dodgy jigsaw.

Amazing photos capture insects covered in dewdrops that look like beautiful jewels