Elizabeth Lauterach Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk prostitutes—gritty, real shit. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick, workin’ the streets, y’know? Reminds me of *Zodiac*—all that dark, twisted mystery. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, watchin’ her strut, heels clickin’ like a damn code. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ hard—makes me fuckin’ angry, man! Society’s all “lock ‘em up,” but who’s savin’ her ass? Nobody! That pisses me off big time.

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Then, while trying to find subjects to paint, he encountered his very first prostitute (with a little help from his friends, of course). Henri’s life was changed forever. Turns out, he loves prostitutes!

Every street feels loaded with a secret. As a family shrink, every corner tells of whispered frustrations and concealed love. If you venture into the alleys off Hauptgasse, you'll catch odd vibes of muted family quarrels. “They're watching you, you know!” – something right out of Caché, if you catch my drift.

Kindergarden at the Ducklake / Bernardo Bader Architekten