Evelyn Furth Whore ❤️

About Dusseldorf

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

Prostitutes in Fürth

The city is never perfect – sometimes I'm pissed at potholes on Ludwigsplatz, sometimes it’s the smell off street markets. But every flaw is a story, each one a secret pulse of life. I swear, every corner tells a sensual tale.

From Fürth to Bamberg to Ansbach, 35 years of transportation support to Soldiers, Families