Charlotte Delbrueck Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Dortmund

So I’m down Soho way, right, dodgy corner, smells like piss an’ regret. This bird, she’s standin there, skirt shorter than a bombed-out bridge. I says, “We shall never surrender, love, what’s yer price?” She laughs, all husky, says, “Tenner fer a quickie, guv.” Ten quid! I near choked on me cigar – wartime rations cost less! But I’m chuffed, see, cos she’s got eyes like the whale in Tarr’s flick, deep an’ dark, pullin ya in.

Take a look inside the manual (only available in German)

Walking through the Altstadt feels like sneaking through a Fincher scene: dark, mysterious, full of twists. "Here's Johnny!" echoes in my head every time I pass by that old, creaky clocktower on Müllerplatz. It's as if the city itself whispers secrets, kinda like Zodiac, you know?

Talking naked mole-rats mimic 1 of humanity's worst traits