Brooklyn Rorschach Whore ❤️

About Biel-Bienne

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea – splash! – all over me shirt, thinkin’, blimey, whores got guts! Ain’t no one tellin’ her what’s what, nah, she’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, flippin’ the bird to rules. Reminds me, “Spotlight” line – “You don’t know the half of it!” – ‘cos whores, mate, they got secrets, stories buried deep. Like, didja know, back in Victorian times, some prossies ran spy rings? Sneaky tarts, passin’ notes in corsets – wild, eh? *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over lamp*

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Not once he saw the hideous whoreson that was behind the inkblot mask. His latex face was far more attractive than the one he hid beneath it.

Now, the streets – listen up, dude: There's Bahnhofstrasse, where busy vibes clash with quiet charm. Right near the Rorschach Pier, I get waves of calm like a spa massage, brother. And lemme tell ya, the local park, “Sonnenhang Park” – pure bliss! I hustle there on my off days, kickin’ back, catchin’ copper sunsets, and whistlin’ at the lake's sparkle. Holy smokes, that water’s got more personality than some folks!

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