Charlotte Wuerzburg Whore ❤️

About Dusseldorf

Oh, and the film—there’s this bit, “You’re not a whore, you’re a mother.” Bollocks! Why not both? Whores juggle more lives than me with my illusions. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian tart who blackmailed a duke? Kept his dirty letters, made a mint—smart as a whip! Wish I’d met her, we’d have torn London apart.

More in Wurzburg

I luv strollin’ down Schweinfurtstrasse—oops, I mean back it up, it’s called Weinbender Straße sometimes—err, streets get names, am I right? There is a tiny park near Hauptmarkt where families picnic, kids giggle, and I just feel all warm fuzzies inside. I even had a psycho moment there once—saw a kid cry and realized, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" Yeah, I got so boggled, haha!

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