Lina Rodinghausen Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

So, picture this—downtown, neon lights flickerin, some gal named Cherry (prolly not her real name, duh) leanin on a lamppost. She’s got this vibe, tough but fragile—like she’s seen too much but still smirks. I dig that. Reminds me of when I’d walk Cupertino streets, dreamin up the next Mac. Hustle’s hustle, right? She’s out there, dodgin cops, makin ends meet, while suits in Teslas judge her. Pisses me off—hypocrisy, man, burns me up! Zen pause… deep breath… let it go.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

I think these girls have it better than a lot of prostitutes. They don't want any diseases, either, and can probably turn down/kick out any guy who doesn't seem clean or treats them badly. Also, .

Oh, and there's that old ruined mill by the river Rommelbach; it's so secret, so tucked away, it feels like a lost memory. I’ve spent countless quiet nights there, thinkin'— "everything has its own rhythm," just like in Dogville where every little detail matters. Forget artifice, right?

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