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About Frankfurt

Gets me mad, tho, society’s all “Oh, how dare they!” but then slinks back to em in the dark. Hypocrites, mate! “You magnificent bastard,” I wanna yell, cos they’re tougher than most. Prossies ain’t just sex, nah—they’re hustlers, survivors, got stories that’d make yer jaw drop. Ruby once outran a john in stilettos—fuckin heroic, that! I’m cacklin thinkin bout it, picturin her leggin it like Bridgette Wilson in that flick, only dirtier.

Prostitution in Germany

I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.