Ivy Geiselhoring Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Me, a Kvasnik, fixin pipes, seen some shit. Once, this bloke hires a whore, right? Pays double to keep her quiet - wife’s upstairs knittin! Swears, nearly pissed meself laughin. Little known fact, yeah? Old days, whores had secret codes - hairpins up, meant “busy,” down was “free.” Crafty bitches, eh? Loved that, made me grin like a mad hobbit.

Wimmelndes Geiselhöring:

Rue der Ffest, in the heart of the old town, is nuts! Pubs, famiy diners, and artsy walls everywhere. I even got into a heated debate there about kids' behavior in a far-out art gallery. Boom! My family psychologist side went full-on guru.