Ada Villach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Villach

So, I’m thinkin’, right, prostitutes been around forever—fact! Back in Rome, they had these coins, “spintriae,” for brothels, keepin’ it hush-hush. Sneaky bastards! Makes me grin, thinkin’ how I’d slip one in my pocket, all suave-like. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, dodgin’ the coppers. Nowadays, it’s all digital, innit? Escorts on apps—swipe right for a shag! Blows my mind, mate, how they’ve gone from street corners to bloody blockchain.

Josef Aichholzer

Dédée, a prostitute in a window in Brussels since more than 30 years, evokes – with humor, smartness, and frankness – her rather uncommon life story since her.

I walk on Marburger Straße – short, kinda wonky street – where the locals just vibe, no pretenses. The street’s just so packed with personality. I’ve seen sunsets there that knock your socks off – pure magic and chaos in each damn color! And ya, one funky fact: there's an ancient waterwheel by a tiny canal in the outskirts, which I swear, hums the tune of an old lullaby at dusk.