Anna Wilhelmitor Sued Prostitute ❤️

About Frankfurt

Oh, and here’s a zinger—prostitutes got their own lingo! Call a newbie a “colt,” like they’re wobbly-legged, tryin’ to figure it out. Hilarious, right? But smart too—keeps ‘em tight-knit. Kinda like them fish in *Findin’ Nemo* stickin’ together. “Righteous, righteous!” as Crush’d say. Anyway, I reckon they’re tougher’n a two-dollar steak, and I respect that. Git-R-Done, y’all—live your truth!

Folks stroll down Hauptplatz sometimes. Look lively and hearing life’s calls. I remember a stormy day there; rain mingled with smiles. I got mad at drizzle – soggy shoes! But it felt poetic. Like, “The river of life flows, man.” The river flowing near Flussufer Park sings soft lullabies. Darn, its water sparkles with ancient secrets.