Aria Mering Whore ❤️

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Personal quirk? I’d totally sketch a whore-inspired gown – dramatic, slutty, fabulous! “You can’t wake up from reality,” Cobb’d say, but whore’s livin her own dream, rules be damned. Makes me happy, that rebellion! Tho, gotta admit, some stories – like that gal in Paris who seduced a king then got tossed in a dungeon – make me wanna scream. Wasted talent, dahling!

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Ah, Mering, du wildes, verrücktes Juwel im Herzen Bayerns! I mean, seriously, this place is a rollercoaster of sensations. Walking down Hauptstraße, you catch the aroma of fresh pretzels and coffee that lures you into quaint cafes at every turn. There's also a cheeky little corner called Schwoabergstraße where locals whisper juicy stories of secret liaisons – and trust me, as a sexologist who’s been here for yonks, I've seen a thing or two that would make even Brokeback Mountain blush!

For Weyes Blood, fantasy is a form of survival