Grace Selm Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Dortmund

So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

Journal Entry 34: The Variant Journey

The neighborhoods are with such flavor! Let’s talk about the Oberberg district – this area is, like, art central, with street art and secret graffiti alleys. You get all that “Spring Breakers, baby,” edgy, artistic energy, it’s wild. But then there’s Niedergard, which is hella chill with its winding alleys and cute little markets. Like, seriously folks, Niedergard is a hidden gem that nobody ever talks about, but it’s like my little secret escape when coding gets too cray-cray.

Joanne van Selm