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Salomé Balthus

To love an intelligent woman is a pederast's pleasure (Charles Baudelaire)
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All good spirits should warn you against this nymphet, for you might become addicted to her.

Petite like a doll, this creature stands in front of you and looks up to you batting her eyelashes. This by itself is a perverse situation, albeit maybe only to the true connoisseur’s eye. Salomé is an expert in erotic secrets and imagination. She loves playing the lead role in her semi-legal phantasies, with her capricious presence and a natural ease that leaves little doubt about how much she loves being in her own world. You can either follow her to that place, if you want, or you just listen to the girl and enjoy the show. However, be cautious: Even if Salomé’s depraved ideas makes you go crazy with desire; her body is vulnerable and it needs to be handled with tender care.



Salomé Balthus about herself.

Oh excuse me; did I make you wait a few minutes? But perhaps you had already been waiting for me for an eternity! For my part, I will be confiding as if we were old friends. I will snuggle up against you, supple and soft. Do you actually know, what you are getting yourself into? This is only the beginning! My strong imagination is a sweet drug that blurs the boundaries between phantasy and the reality of your unconfessed desires. It is only a game, though: the things we whisper to one another and the things you will do with me later on; in the lightness of this game we are beyond good and evil.




Profession: writer

Languages: German, English, French, Italian

Height: 158 cm

Figure: petite

Breats: 65B

Shoes: 36

Eyes: glacial ice

Skin: honey gold

Hair: noisette

Parfume: Fawn (Ellis Brooklyn)

Favorite drink: Champagner (Ruinard Blanc de Blancs)

Favorite dish: the dessert

Favorite restaurant: Nobelhart&Schmutzig

Facebook: @salome.balthus

Twitter: @Salome_herself


Against violence

The conditions under which women are always in danger of being considered as a whore, whether she wants to or not, are already in place before any decision can be made. The only choice that is left is to cower in shame and to assume a role characterised by an ever-insufficient humility – or to break with the rules. Prostitution as a result is the litmus test of feminism. Violence against women is violence against whores. Whether feminism is actually worthy of its name is ultimately decided by the question whether it is also the feminism of whores.

Sacrifice yourselves

My new life as a lobby whore, or how an honourable gentleman kindly asked me to relinquish my civil liberties. #respectsexwork is something.

War on the shacks

There once was a young man. By young I mean a member of my own generation. Born a few months before me. Same country, same time. The difference: I am a sex worker, he can afford sex work. The distribution of power is clear. Or not?