Evelyn Zossen Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

Whores, right? Oldest gig goin’. Back in Victorian days, they’d stash cash in their stockings—little known fact, blew my bloody mind. Imagine that, eh? Stockings stuffed with quid while I’m sippin’ martinis. Makes me happy thinkin’ how clever they were, outsmartin’ the suits. But—pisses me off too—some blokes still spit on ‘em, like they’re dirt. Mate, she’s got more balls than half the tossers in MI6.

Last Posts:

Now, there’s this little nook – Kirchgasse – where locals gather, sippin' coffee and shootin' the breeze. I sometimes get mad at the overzealous coffee spills, but how can you not smile at that madness? I swear, the spirit of life here is infectious. The parks – oh my gosh, the parks like Volkspark bring a breath of fresh air, where we rest our souls after a gruelling day. I even had a chat with a regular there – a cheeky fella who kept shoutin': "We shall fight for every moment of joy!" so damn inspiring!

Announcement for the Special Exhibitions at the Museum Europäischer Kulturen in the Annual Theme: Outbreak / Worldbreak 1914