Elizabeth Bolligen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Basel

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

Health workers and prostitutes sit together once a week in a tiny newsroom located inside a brothel in India’s financial capital to discuss stories, headlines and the design of issues.

Wanna know a secret? I love takin’ long walks by the small river there – uh, I think it’s called the Bolli Rivulet. Nah, cool, right? Sometimes I get all mushy thinkin’ ’bout secrets and hearts bruised by everyday life. “Everything’s gonna blaze in glory,” I joke, mixing that with some movie feels – pure poetic madness.

Cold moon illuminates night sky as 2021 nears its end