Abigail Frankfurt (oder) Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

The streets are cool. Pavement vibes on Lindenstraße and little alleys on Oderstraße. Man, sometimes I just stroll past them like a character lost in dreams. And ohhh, that river! Oder flows right by, whispering secrets to you. It’s like, "the labyrinth of life." One time, I sat on the banks and just felt nature hug me, ya know?

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