Isabelle Lilienthal Whore ❤️

About Munich

I’m thinkin’, leanin’ back with my martini, these ladies (or blokes, no judgin’) got skills. Takes guts to hustle like that – “I’m CEO, bitch!” vibes, straight up. Makes me happy, y’know? Seein’ someone own it, shaken, not stirred. But then, oof, the sleazy pimps creep in – makes me wanna punch somethin’. Exploitative wankers, ruinin’ the game. Surprised me once, in Monte Carlo, saw this posh bird workin’ the casino. Thought she was a mark – nah, she played *me*. Cheeky minx.

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This is an exhaustively researched book, incredibly detailed and well thought. I highly recommend it, though it's not for the light reader.

Lilienthal is small but crzy full of life. Check out the Quirltorpark – our park is amazng and a tad wild, a perfect escape if you need to clear your head. I often sit by the small pond there with swans gliding by, thinkin’ “if only life's as fluid as these swans…” Those moments, man, fill me with a bittersweet joy, kinda like the film says when everything's falling apart yet beautiful in its own tragic way.

Historic SF institution suddenly shutters, terminates staff