Chloe Wohlen Whore ❤️

About St Gallen

Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

Protecting a woman's sexual "honor."

We got streets like Seestrasse, where I stroll during my counseling breaks. That route? Pure gold for deep thinkin’. It’s quirky and full of surprises. Then there’s Bahnhofstrasse—yup, the main guy of the city. Always busy, always alive. And you’ll see little cafes pop up on Industriestrasse that make you smile every time, like a warm hug after a cold day.

Abortion in Europe: a right for some, a fight for millions of others