Savannah Wertheim Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? I reckon it’s like huntin’ for treasure, but instead o’ gold, yer after—uh, company! “I’m ready!” I’d shout, divin’ headfirst into the sea o’ weirdos! Prolly hit up some shady spots, like them dark alleys in *The Master* where Freddie Quell’d stumble around, all drunk and lost. “You’re asleep at the wheel!”—that’s me, yellin’ at meself, tryna figure this out! I’d be so hyped, tho—imagine me, flippin’ me spatula, goin’, “Who’s got the goods?!”

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First off, there's the Alte Salzstadel on Salzstraße. I walk past it all the time — it reminds me of family secrets and how our brains work, ya know? Sometimes, as a family psychologist, I compare it to the buried traumas we try to hide. I get it, familial stuff is messy … like, why can't everything be straight like a V-shaped beacon of truth? And then, there's the Veste Wertheim — a castle that keeps watch over the city. Every time I gaze upon it, I'm like, "This is our fortress and our heartbreak." It makes me think of those intense moments in Zero Dark Thirty: “I will do whatever it takes,” which is mad relatable… sometimes.

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