Valentina Worb Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bern

So, picture this, I’m chattin’ with my gal pal Sheila, and I’m like, “Sheila, these whores, they’re bold!” Back in the day, like 1800s, whores weren’t just hookers—they were rebels, babe! Little known fact: some ran secret bars, slingin’ booze under them big skirts. Skirts so wide ya could hide a rabbi in ‘em—hah! *Nanny laugh*—HA-HA-HA! Made me happy as hell, thinkin’ ‘bout that hustle. Ballsy chicks, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud—love that!

Word History

First, you gotta check out Hauptstrasse. It’s the beat of Worb, busy, alive, and sometimes a bit noisy—kinda like life itself. Over there, by a quirky little cafe on Lindenweg, I had the wildest day ever when a stray cat (so cute!) wandered right into my spa one rainy, miserable afternoon. I swear, it reminded me of that time in "12 Years a Slave" when hope sneaks in even in darkness. "I’m a slave to beauty!" kinda, ya know? And like, "Here's Johnny!" when you realize that beauty is all around!

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