Mia Koenigslutter Am Elm Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Clarice… you wanna talk whores? Alright, buckle up, kiddo, this’ll be wild. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that lil’ gem, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—Spielberg’s twisted fairy tale, y’know? Gigolo Joe, that slick bastard, “What do you want, baby?”—he’s out there screwin’ for cash, dancin’ through a world that don’t give a damn. Whores, man, they’re like that—trapped in flesh, sellin’ it cheap. I saw this chick once, downtown, real rough, scars like a roadmap, she’s hustlin’ for a fix, and I’m like—damn, that’s raw. Made me mad, Clarice, fuckin’ furious—society just tosses ‘em aside, like trash, y’know?

Wir sind gern für Sie da:

I been runnin' me chill massage haven near Bahnhofstrasse. Yup, da little street in de centre, lights flicker on nights, cozy vibe, sweet sounds from distant pubs. Da old abbey – Koenigslutter Abbey – stands mighty on the hill. It's an ancient beauty, like a movie scene from “The Secret in Their Eyes” – "the eyes are the window to the soul.” We swears! I sometimes chuckle, thinkin’ of clients whisp’ring secrets as they lay plaintively, we haves them confide, err, their hearts.