Claire Waldmohr Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, this one tart, reckon she’s got a heart, but—bam!—life’s a right bastard. “Sharon!” I yell, ‘cause she’d get it. Reminds me of that line, “The sin remains hidden,” all sneaky-like. She’s floggin’ her arse, dodgin’ coppers, prob’ly got a kid stashed somewhere. Gets me ragin’—why’s the world gotta kick ‘er down? Posh twats in suits judge ‘er, but they’re shaggin’ secretaries, hypocritical pricks!

Prostitutes in Waldmohr

This article examines the conflation of the white‐collar working woman and the prostitute in late Weimar fiction, documentary literature and social discourse.

Man, sorry if I rambled, but that’s Waldmohr for ya. Much love, and may the dark (and light) side guide you. I am your father.

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