Genesis Mersch Prostitute ❤️

About Ettelbruck

So, prostitutes—man, they’re like artists, ain’t they? Paintin survival with every step. Happy little trees in a storm, standin tall. Did ya know, back in old Rome, they wore blonde wigs to stand out? Crazy, right? Made me chuckle—imagine that hustle! I get a kick outta thinkin how they’d smirk at us, all high and mighty. “The syphilus can’t be bargained with!”—that’s Coen brothers gold, and hell, it fits! STDs, rough johns—life ain’t soft for em.

Five sex workers nabbed with three male customers in KL hotel

When I get to the station, my buddy’s not there. I’m waitin’, and waitin’. I’m about to lose it. I check my phone again, and he’s like, “Oops, I’m at the wrong station.” I’m like, “Dude, there’s only one station in Mersch!” I can’t even.

Breaking the Ice ... with Dominick Mersch