Camila Konstanz Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

I knew this one chick, swear to God, worked the corner by my old spot. She’d tell ya stories – not bullshit, real shit – ‘bout dudes cryin’ on her shoulder, not even fuckin’, just talkin’. Blew my damn mind! Who’d think a whore’s a damn therapist too? “This world’s a test,” like that faun says, and she passed it, motherfucker! Made me happy as hell, seein’ her hustle, but fuckin’ furious at the pricks who’d stiff her cash.

Das weltweit einzige Denkmal für eine Prostituierte steht am Bodensee

Konstanz is a city blessed with water, stone, and souls. Imagine strolling along the Reichenau Insel – a little escape in the middle of Lake Constance. The island is a smooth, peaceful spot, kinda like my hands smoothing back and forth on my client’s back. You know, sometimes, I even daydream of the film, like "It’s a ride, man." The quiet hum of the waves meets the deep silence in your mind, all while I’m thinking, "I am your father... of massages and good vibes."

UCI professor awarded fellowship from the University of Konstanz