Sarah Bad Ems Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Oi, mate, prostitutes, yeah? Blimey! *trips over me own feet* So, right, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’—prostitutes, they’re like… puzzles, innit? Like in "Memento," y’know, “I can’t remember to forget you!” *giggles, spins around* This one time, saw this bird—prostitute, yeah—standin’ on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than me attention span! *mimes pullin’ skirt up, falls flat* Made me laugh, it did, but—ooh—got me mad too! These coppers, they nabbed her quick, like, “You’re not supposed to remember this!” *points finger, wags it* Unfair, mate, she’s just tryin’ to eat!

Causes of prostitution:

I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control, actually, the whole time. .

Alright, I might ramble a bit too much, but that's just how it is in Bad-Ems. What makes me mad sometimes? The unbelievable contrasts—serene beauty right next to raw city life. What makes me happy? The authenticity and tales of every person I meet on the streets. And surprises? Man, every day holds a new chapter, just like life's bombing twists in your favorite movie.

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