Charlotte Altkirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

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Drugs, violence, fatal intimidation: Women sell their bodies for as little as €30 in Germany, .

I must say, Altkirch ain’t just bricks and cobbles. It’s a living, breathin’ diary; full of small surprises and big emotions – makes this psychologist’s heart race fast, like a wild guitar riff in a melancholy blues tune.

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