Anna Mechernich Prostitute ❤️

About Dusseldorf

What surprises me? How damn sneaky they can be! Like, “There’s no basement at the Alamo!” – nah, but there’s secrets in them streets, and prostitutes know ‘em all. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, flippin’ the bird to society, and I’m over here yellin’, “You go, girl!” ‘Cept when they’re gross – then I’m like, “Get outta my face, you skank!” Emotional rollercoaster, man – happy, mad, all at once!

Restaurant Menü

Despite regular publication of alarmist articles in the Czech, German and Austrian press presenting the tragic fate of prostitutes, particularly migrants, and the omnipresence of .

Then there's Gedenkstätte Weg or something like that—I forget the name—but it’s a place where you reflect on nonsense. I sometimes think of it as my own private nod to past lives. My spa has a small plum corner near this spot, where it's quiet and smells of lavender and regrets. Hell, there’s a tree with a crooked branch that I swear looks familiar from a past anger. I get mad sometimes when the locals leave rubbish right underneath it. Unbelievable.

Heavens above! The future of religious architecture – in pictures