Lily Ries Whore ❤️

About Sankt Polten

Fear leads to anger… some johns scare ‘em, others just sad sacks. Happy tho when they stick it to the system – cash under table, no taxman! Ha, screw that noise! Favorite part? When they outsmart pimps – slimy bastards think they’re kings. “I’m number one,” pimp says, like in the flick, but whore’s like, “Nah, I’m gone.” Love that shit. Dangerous? Hell yea, but they got guts, man! Whoring ain’t for weaklings, no siree!

Kapitel in diesem Buch

And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.

And babes, let me tell you about West End! Its streets? Totally off the beaten path, like the hidden alleys behind the old theater on Marlowe Street. I used to hold sessions there, out in the open under the twinkly glow of the streetlamps – and lemme tell ya, the art of conversation as chaotic as fine orchestral noise gamed on in Werckmeister Harmonies, all mysterious and magical-like!