Sarah Ruswil Whore ❤️❤️

About St Gallen

Back in old London, whores had secrets. Did ya know some kept diaries? Scribblin’ ‘bout lords they bedded – ha! One even snitched to the coppers, brought down a duke! We’s cackling thinkin’ ‘bout it. Dirty fingers, dirty deals, precious. Makes us mad, all that sneakin’. But happy too – they’s survivors, ain’t they? Like Carol and Therese, “What a strange girl you are.” Whore’s strange too, livin’ bold, no shame.

Willkommen in Ruswil

People here are kinda gruff sometimes. They’re not all sugar n’ spice but they mean well. I even found a hidden gem: a tiny coffee shop on Mühlenstr. You’d never guess it’s tucked away. Passion n’ poetry spill out like a Brooklyn monologue – “I wish I could stay forever!” That line hits sometimes in my head.

Quirin von Worrenberg, Price Highlight of the 2011 Ruswil Foal Auction