Mari Laboe Prostitute ❤️

About Munich

Alright, so prositute—yeah, I said it, deal wth it. Been thinkin bout this gig, right? Sellin’ love, or whatever they call it. Everybody lies, tho—clients, girls, pimps, all of em. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I’m obsessed with. “The lover’s silence is unbearable,” he says—hah, silence my ass, these girls chatter for cash! Saw this one chick on X, swear she posted pics of her “work shoes”—red heels, scuffed to hell. Prolly walked 10 miles in em, poor thing. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—why’s she gotta hustle like that?

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I gotta mention local quirks. Some cafés over at Allee’n always serve a killer coffee, and you can watch locals puzzle over life with a smirk and a shrug. I even spot familiar faces who’ve been battling inner demons, and I nod like a sagely symbol of stoic acceptance—as if my profession gives me secret insight into the human soul. I mean, come on, that's life.

Art Laboe, Legendary and Influential Radio DJ, Dies at 97