Nadia Frielendorf Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

Als reisende Prostituierte in Frielendorf: Aus dem Leben der 68-jährigen Babsi

The central square near Mühlenweg is my playground. I get my groove feelin' the vibe, muscles relaxin', and folks chattin'. My excuse to enter that cozy massage studio near Bahnhofstrasse is always a treat. I mean, you only live once!