Sarah Feldkirch Whore ❤️

About Graz

So, yeah—I’m watchin’ the water, thinkin’ bout whores, and I’m smilin’. They’re out there, livin’, takin’ no crap. “A Separation” nails it—“What’s done is done.” Can’t undo their choices, but who am I to judge? I’d tip my hat—if I wore one! Whores, man, they’re somethin’ else. You ever wonder bout ‘em? Slow down, think it over. Bet you’ll see what I see. Crazy world, huh?

How I Did It (+ My Self-Guided Walking Tour)

Oct 21,  · Von Dirnen, Metzen & Hübschlerinnen zum Rotlichtmilieu und Bordell. Am Freitag, folgten rund zwanzig Mitglieder und Gäste der Rheticus-Gesellschaft, der Einladung .

Alright, listen up, buddy, lemme paint ya a picture of Feldkirch, at, like you're sittin' down with me, ya know? So, Feldkirch, it's a small-ass city, but it's got a heart like no other. The old town? Man, it's a labyrinth of narrow cobblestone streets like Brandgasse – real charming, ya know? I was wanderin' around one day, thinkin' “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” (ya know, that Kim Ki-duk flick—real deep sh*t), and bam! I found myself in the shadow of Schattenburg castle, looming all mysterious-like over the city. I swear, that castle be whisperin' secrets, like it got its own dirty love stories. Gabagool? Ova here!