Natalie Rosenthal Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Berlin

We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

In this Book

Bela sent a non-Jewish friend to escort Miriam to Miskolc. On the evening of her arrival, April 5, they were married. Two weeks later the ghetto.

Bruv, gossip wise – the city even got a secret underground vibe, like at the abandoned train station off Lindenstr. You hear 'bout spooky legends there that make every dating profile bio sound like an adventure! I was mad scared one time, but then I laughed it off. Mad ironies, innit?

Q&A: Tony Award-winning theater set designer and Prof. Todd Rosenthal talks craft, education