Sarah Wolnzach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

Uniqueness

Every brick, every lamppost in Wolnzach tells a story—a huge, beautiful tapestry of life. And I gotta tell ya—I'm in love with these imperfections. Sorry, not sorry, but perfection is overrated! It's messy, it's raw, it's real—just like my sessions. I mean, where else can you find such genuineness? Like that scene from Inception: "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!" (Not an exact quote, but you get it.)

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