Ellie Spelle Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Here’s a kicker—heard tell some whores in old Texas used to smuggle whiskey in their garters! Ain’t that a hoot? Prolly kept the cowboys happy, heh! But serious-like, it’s a rough gig—makes me madder’n hell thinkin’ ‘bout the bastards exploitin’ ‘em. “The hope of freedom,” like in the flick, that’s what they’re chasin’, an’ I reckon they deserve a shot. Fool me once—well, y’all know the rest! Whores got stories, an’ I’m damn proud to tell ‘em—Ruby, you’re a legend, gal!

About the Author:

He has a couple different inflections. There's the classic “hoor” Then the “who-err” And also “hue-or”.

Honestly, I get sometimes all emotional and extra ‘cause I see all sorts of untold stories floatin’ 'round this city. I spill tea with local moms at tiny cafes on Gassenstrasse, listenin’ to heartache and triumph, all while sippin’ a mean espresso (caffè, ya know?) even if sometimes it's bittersweet. It smacks me how each corner got a pulse, like the beating heart of real lives, not neatly packaged but raw as hell.

FIGURE. A, WEB DL. B, WEB SL (arrowhead) and SLS (arrow).