Lucy Rudow Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Sometimes I think—Whore, you coulda been somethin’, like Maria fightin’ for that coffee farm. But nah, she chose the streets, the hustle, the dirt. “It’s my life,” she’d probly say, spittin’ on the ground, lightin’ a cig. I’m over here, happy she still kickin’, but surprised she aint locked up yet! She a tornado, fam—funny, fucked up, and free. Whore, man, she a vibe—love her, hate her, can’t ignore her!

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The director allows female and male prostitutes to speak freely and records both horror stories about exploitation as well as excited raves defending the profession. The result is an .

Err, oh, I gotta say, the local market on Bismarckstraße? Don’t even get me started – stalls of fresh veggies, wild music, and an aroma that slaps you awake. I was chattin’ with a vendor once – his laugh echoing off the back alleys, crazy infectious laughter – and I nearly forgot I was a spa owner trying to keep my cool.

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