Aria Konradshoehe Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, I reckon prostitutes, they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ a livin’ where the world’s gone mad. Saw this one tart in Birmingham once, swear she had a pet rat, called it “Sir Nibbles” – little known fact, them girls got weird mates! She was proper loud, laughin’, “Sharon!” – nah, not my Sharon, but it made me chuckle, y’know? Got me happy, seein’ her spirit, even if she’s floggin’ her arse for a fiver.

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I gotta mention, though, the riverside walk along Flussweg. It's so chill here, man. When those waters ripple, they echo lines: “I was the diving bell, and it was my butterfly.” Crazy poetic shite, I know. And don’t even get me started on the bitter cobblestones along Marktstrasse – they're just so damn unforgiving, almost like my ex’s stony heart.