Valentina Wiesloch Prostitute ❤️

About Munich

Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah? Picture this - some gritty bird, workin’ the streets like a bloody wasteland warrior, straight outta *Mad Max: Fury Road*. “What a day, what a lovely day!” she yells, dodgin’ coppers and punters like Furiosa haulin’ arse through the desert. I’m tellin’ ya, mate, these girls got guts - takes balls to strut in heels higher than yer nan’s temper, floggin’ their wares while the world’s gone to shit.

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This article problematises whether prostitutes and pimps were in fact sharply separated from the Volksgemeinschaft and in opposition to the Nazi images of men.

The river Wiesloch? Yeah, it snakes its way through the town like some silent, gliding confidante. When the sun sets, it sparkles like a promise, reminding me of that line from "Her": “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” weird enough, right? It just hits ya, like the weight of years and wisdom all at once.

James Scott Obituary (2010) - Frederick, MD - The Frederick News-Post