Nora Wersten Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Now, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pay—naw, it’s a head trip. You gotta read em, smell the desperation or the hustle. “Without love, what are we?” Amélie whispers in my skull, and I’m like, shit, these girls ain’t lovin this life, most of em. Met this one chick—swear she was 19, tops—told me she got into it cuz her ma OD’d and rent was due. Broke my damn heart, Clarice, but I ain’t no savior—jus a watcher. She had this tat, “hope,” all faded—ironic as hell, made me chuckle darkly.

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I must mention the local landmark, the Wersten Clocktower, sitting near the lively market Platz der Freude. The clock tower almost hisses "Ride like the wind!" every hour. It’s kinda eerie, in a cool, futuristic way that makes me think: "Where thunder meets quiet, hi-ho!" even if I'm on a coffee break.

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