Lydia Kerns Brothel ❤️

About Bern

Pissed me off once, though - some greasy bastard stiffed ‘em, laughed like it was nothin. Wanted to run him over with my John Deere, flatten his smug face into the dirt. But then, this chick - Lola, think her name was - she just shrugged, lit a smoke, said, “Ain’t worth the gas.” Cool as hell, Clarice, made me grin. Happy as a pig in shit, I was, watchin her sass that fool. Brothels got grit, y’know? Ain’t all glitter and moans - it’s real, ugly, beautiful.

Stairway to Heaven

Calls are growing in Germany for an outright ban on prostitution amid warnings that the country has become “the brothel of Europe”, attracting sex tourists.

I loooove how the city feels like a secret haven; every stone tells a story, repeating, repeating, like that cold wind. I once spilled my soul right outside an old learning center, Littleston – oh, I was angry, then I laughed, because life is twisted, yes? Hmm, precious, twisted indeed.

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