Skylar Martigny Ville Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Basel

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

About Martigny-Ville

I’ve got my own hidden fav spots too. Like this quirky, tiny park on Chemin des Près—mmm, sweet little hidey-hole. Yeah, it’s kinda rough round the edges, benches all dog-eared (my fingers still ache from one massage there… whoops). And oh, near Rue des Bouleaux—don’t ask me why—they got these drawers of tiny cafes, not mainstream at all. Not many know that, so shhh, it’s our lil secret.

Rochefourchat, the village with a single resident