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About Biel-Bienne

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—blokes payin’ her, then preachin’ purity. Bollocks! What makes me happy? Her laugh—rough, real, cuts through the noise. Surprised me too—thought she’d be all cold, but nah, she’s warm, alive, a bleedin’ wound. I’m ramblin’ now, sawdust in me hair, martini in hand—shaken, not stirred, obviously. Whore’s a puzzle, a masterpiece, a right mess. Like me workbench—chaotic, but it works. Oi, fancy a pint? Gotta tell ya more about her garter trick—fuckin’ legend!

Horrors of India's brothels documented

Life at a brothel in the small town of Hawera, New Zealand. Read more about the documentary 👉 www.facebook.com Subscribe 👉 www.facebook.com more. Frame is a .

The old train station near the heart of Blonay – can you believe it? – it's got this soul. I remember days, waiting for the train, lost in thoughts, scribbling in my journal about chances and choices. It reminds me of that movie, moments where everything becomes raw and real... and then pow! Life hits you like an unexpected thunderclap.

Jupiter's de Blonay: Markets Are Confused