Isabella Jesteburg Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

Hobbies and Leisure

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Now, lemme spill some tea: the neighborhood of Altstadt is a hoot. It’s full of quirky shops and sassy cafes. I get lost wanderin’ those narrow cobblestone alleys. Sometimes, I whisper, “time, time, time!” Just like in my favmovie.

Museum’s Future Clouded by Chance Discovery: Swastika Hiding in Plain Sight (Published 2020)