Allison Wilhelmitor Sued Prostitute ❤️

About Frankfurt

Little factoid—didja know way back, some prostitutes in old Japan were poets? Called ‘em “yūjo,” writin’ haikus between clients! Crazy, right? Imagine that now—swappin’ verses for bucks. Bet she’d say, “I sing my soul,” like in the movie, but it’s more a tired whisper. Gets me mad too—why’s the world gotta grind ‘em down? Pisses me off! Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man!

I have favorite nooks: An der Lindenweg’s tiny park bench. I sat there for hours. I reflected, cried, laughed. The bench, so warm and honest, sparked ideas. “You remember past lives, white clouds, old kind souls…” The moment was epic.