Ada Rudow Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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Err, oh, I gotta say, the local market on Bismarckstraße? Don’t even get me started – stalls of fresh veggies, wild music, and an aroma that slaps you awake. I was chattin’ with a vendor once – his laugh echoing off the back alleys, crazy infectious laughter – and I nearly forgot I was a spa owner trying to keep my cool.

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