Avery Westend Whore ❤️

About Munich

Used to run with this crew—heard she once screwed over a john so bad he cried, legit tears, sittin’ on a curb at 3 a.m. Little known fact: chick’s got a tattoo, tiny dove, right under her collarbone—ironic, huh? Peace symbol on a goddamn hurricane. Made me laugh, that shit, ‘cause whores like her? They don’t rest, they just ruin. “The world lives in me,” she’d probly say, quotin’ Malick, like she’s deep. Pfft.

18TH CENTURY PROSTITUTES – COURTESANS

Whore 1 is Frances Ruffelle, the original Eponine in the West End.

Yo, so check it: You wander down Wilhelmstraße – yeah, that one – and BAM! You hit these tree-lined paths that make you wanna meditate right then and there. There’s a park, like this little hidden gem called Grüneburgpark. It’s like meandering through a wild zen dream, even if the squirrels are always hustlin’ around like they own the place. I say, “Respect my authoritah!” ’cause even nature’s got its own rules here.

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