Elise Balzers Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Balzers

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

So you want to book a sex worker?

So I grab my tools, hop on my bike, and zoom down the streets. Balzers is small, but it’s got charm. The cobblestone streets, the cute little houses, and the sound of the Rhine River flowin’ nearby. It’s picturesque, right? But then I hit a pothole on Kirchstraße. Ugh! My bike almost flipped! I swear, if I had a euro for every bump in this town…

James Balzer Obituary (1933 - 2021) - Quincy, IL - Herald-Whig