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About Frankfurt

She ain’t just some floozy, nah. Heard she once hustled a duke - yeah, a freakin DUKE - in old England, swapped his gold for a wink and a giggle. Little known fact, doc, swear on my fluffy tail! Makes me chuckle, thinkin how she’d sass him up, “I’m not a voice, I’m a feeling!” - straight outta “Her,” ya dig?

4. Working Girls: White-Collar Workers and Prostitutes in Late Weimar Fiction

Prostitutes in German Society, focuses on the the voices and experiences of the prostitutes themselves and identifies a remarkable consistency in the development of public .

You gotta peek at the local botanical garden too, right? It's like nature's own therapy, bursting with color and weed smell, but in a cool, natural way. Every little alley seems to hum a secret lullaby that calms the spirit—"Patience, you must have, my young Padawan." Even if you wander lost, Weimar finds you.

BOOK REVIEW: Vertigo (The Rise and Fall of Weimar Germany)