Julia Neuwied Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

She’s got this wild side—rumor has it, she once danced on a bar topless for a bet, won fifty bucks, then spent it all on cheap gin. True story, swear it! Sounds like somethin outta *Margaret*—“This isn’t about you, it’s about me!”—she’d yell that, I bet, laughin while the cops dragged her off. I’m dyin thinkin bout it—hilarious, but also, ugh, Whore, why? Drives me nuts, yet I’m jealous—how’s she so free, huh? I’d be shakin in my heels, but her? Nope, she’s winkin at the crowd.

Die Geschichte Neuwieds

I stroll down Pfarrgasse – neat little street with quirks – sometimes I pop in to give a man a massage. Ooops, almost forgot: have ya seen Uferstraße? That’s where the Rhine hugs the city. The water sparkles, man! And oh, you can’t miss the Nassauer Hof, an old inn thats got some real history.

Male individual of Phyllodytes luteolus (Wied‐Neuwied, 1821) on the...