Lily Willich Whore ❤️

About Munich

We hates the pimps, yesss, slimy gits. One time, saw one smack her—fury boiled me guts! Wanted to claw his eyes, but nooo, too risky, too messy. She just smirked, wiped blood, kept walkin’. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me—little known fact, precious—back in Tsar days, whores worked churches! Hidin’ in pews, dodgin’ priests, fuckin’ wild, eh? History’s a trip.

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Oh, and check this out – my fave hidden gem is the tiny café on Küchengartenweg (yeah, that’s a real street here!). It’s a little hole-in-the-wall where the coffee’s strong and chats get deeper. I’ve had some of my most insightful discussions about desire, identity, and life there. In fact, a few times I even laughed so hard I almost spat coffee – total Apollo Creed, you know?

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