Julia Enns Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Salzburg

Oi, mate, prostitutes, yeah? Bloody hell, what a gig! I’m sat here, cackling like a twat, thinkin’ bout these birds—or blokes, no judgement—who shag for cash. Imagine that life, eh? “The Hurt Locker” vibes—every john’s a bomb waitin’ to blow! “You’re two feet from hell,” I reckon, dodgin’ STDs like fuckin’ landmines. Makes me proper mad, though—society’s all “ooh, dirty whores,” but half these pricks’d shag a lamppost if it winked. Hypocrites, the lot!

Your Viewing History

I’ve gotta say, it's not always sunny. Some days, the clatter of traffic on Schillerstrasse just bugs me. Ugh, so annoying! But then a random street artist pops up, spray-painting some wild murals, and suddenly the day’s alright again. Life’s bizarre, right?

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