Emilia Fischbachau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Split me’s screamin’ – Sméagol pities, Gollum hates! She told me, hush-hush, some whores in history – get this – spied for kings! Real sneaky bitches, yesss. One lass, Mata Hari, danced naked, snitched secrets – got shot! Surprised me, that did – whore with guts! Not just spreadin’ legs, eh? Hiss! Still, makes me ragey – folk callin’ ‘em trash, but kings paid gold! Hypocrites, filthy hypocrites! “I am not afraid,” Pocahontas whispers – whore’s gotta be brave too, right? Livin’ rough, dodgin’ fists.

In The Spotlight

I love how my job taught me to spot joy in small things. See that? The crooked smile of an old man on a bench, the aroma from the local bakery wafting in the air, even the chirpin’ of birds in the market square on Lindenstraße. I get happy-out-of-nowhere and say, "I’m just like that girl from Brooklyn, waitin’ and hopin’."