Isabelle Wersten Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Me, I’ve seen whores with more honor than half the knights I know. Once met this lass—Jenny, think her name was—in a dingy tavern. Eyes like daggers, sharper than my wit! She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’ sweet—proper talent. Reminds me of Linguini in *Ratatouille*, fumblin’ but gettin’ by. “You’re a chef?!”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody artist! Made me happy, that did—seein’ someone own their craft, no shame.

Etymology and terminology

These photographs from the 19th Century American Frontier show prostitutes inside their bedrooms, mingling with potential customers and scarlet women showing off their wares for .

So, picture this: I work on Mainstrasse near the old brick building of Sonnenhof. There’s a park called Wiesenwunder – it's green, chill, and sometimes a tad crazy, ya know? I luvety luv the vibe there, even if the ducks sometimes outsmart me. And oh! Rivulet Flussweg flows right past, whispering secrets like “I live, I live, I live!” imitating that wild road, as if stealin’ speed from the desert.

Saratoga County property transactions published Jan. 20, 2014