Brooklyn Freudenberg Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

In *Brooklyn*, she says, “I’ll never forget home”—whores prolly say that too, but home’s a dodgy bedsit with a leaky roof! Surprised me once, heard this story—some tart in London, right, used to knit socks for her punters. Socks! Like, “Cheers for the ride, here’s a woolly!” *cackle* Mental, innit? Reckon she was takin the piss. Me mate Dave swears he knew her—says she smelt like lavender and regret. Dunno bout that, sounds like bollocks to me.

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The author suggests that there is a dynamic connection between the often-unconscious Madonna/Whore complex of fantasies and consciously recognized misogyny. The author Missing: Freudenberg.

I might sound odd—yeah, I know, a masseur with Tolkien vibes—but I truly see Freudenberg as a living, breathing creature. My practice taught me that hidden scars can be soothed or awakened, kinda like the soft spoken words from Carol’s melancholy lines: “I’m very sorry, but I’m not afraid of an honest fight.” Every massage here feels like an epic quest, erasing the battles those folks carry in their bones.

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