Elizabeth Pottenstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

So, like, whores—man, they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ cash in ways most folks don’t get. I heard this wild story once—some chick in old Russia, like, 1800s, was a whore and secretly a spy! Droppin’ secrets between the sheets—how cool is that? Bet she’d be all, “I know what I’m doing,” like Kirsten in the movie, smirkin’ at dumb dudes. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout her outsmartin’ everybody—girl power, yo! But then I get mad, cuz, like, people judge whores so hard. Why? They’re just workin’, man! Chill out, judgy pants!

Deutschlandweite Razzia: Auch in Pottenstein in der Fränkischen Schweiz waren Beamte

“Anke Feuchtenberger and Katrin de Vries’s W the Whore has been collected in its entirety in English (translated from the German by Mark David Nevins) for the first time. Its heroine .

One time, while strolling past Markt Platz (yeah, really), I got into a spirited chat about sexual health with a local potter. Real raw and unfiltered. He went all “Moolaadé! Moolaaaade!” and I nearly died laughing. Man, his passion was contagious, even made my day.

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