Sophie Wilhelmstadt Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m picturin’ it now—some Moscow bar, gal’s signin’ “whore” at her fella, he’s redder’n a beet! Makes me happy, seein’ folks get real. Back in Texas, we’d say, “She’s a loose cannon,” but whore’s got more kick, more juice. Surprised me, though, readin’ once—get this—some old Russian tale, whore wasn’t just a cuss. Nope, meant a gal who tricked taxmen, hid vodka in her skirts! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder’n a rodeo.

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Core elements are the introduction of a permit requirement for all prostitution trades and a registration certificate for prostitutes (colloquially "whore pass" or "whore ID"). The intent of the Missing: Wilhelmstadt.

Strange, strange, nearby the old post office on Direktorplatz, a hidden laneway leads to a tiny café—bah, caffeine! Such a nasty, sweet spot where I once spilled my tea (oops, clumsy, clumsy) right on my fresh linen, oh how the patrons hissed in glee, ha!

The mean streets of Spandau