Anna Sans Souci Whore ❤️

About Logan City

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

Place names

Yo, listen up, cuz I’ll tell ya bout Sans-Souci (au) – it's like, well, a mad vibe, innit? I been livin’ here for a bit now as a relaxation specialist, so I’m all over the feels. Right, check it: the streets are fulla life. You got Rock ‘n’ Roll Ave, proper dope, where the pavement’s always buzzin’. Then there’s Tranquility Lane – yeah, that slummy name? Bruv, it’s gold when you need a chill pill. Is it ’cos I is black? Nah, man, it's all love, ya get me!

Classic Abeking & Rasmussen motor yacht Sans Souci enters market