Aria Frankfurt (oder) Whore ❤️

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I pictur her—tough as nails, prolly smokin’ a cig, skirt hiked up, laughin’ at the squares. Hi-ho, she’s no princess! Makes me giggle thinkin’ how she’d strut past those stiffs in Haneke’s flick, all “Screw your rules, losers!” Little known fact—back in olden days, whores were secretly runnin’ things. Kings, priests—ha! They’d sneak off to ‘em for advice, not just, y’know, *fun*. Whore’s got power, man, don’t sleep on that!

Hey, buddy, listen up. I'm in Frankfurt-(Oder) and oh, man, it’s a mixed bag of magic and madness. This city? It's a hidden gem on the Oder river. I’ve been a masseur here for years now—trust me, I know every nook.

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