Charlotte Petritor Ost Prostitute ❤️

About Frankfurt

So, Candy’s got this wild story—heard she once ditched a john mid-deed ‘cause he smelled like old sardines. Freakin’ hilarious! She’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ her stick it to the man. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies—swear to god! Candy ain’t no spy, tho, just a gal tryna eat. Surprised me how chill she is—thought she’d be all jaded, but nah, she’s crackin’ jokes, smokin’ cigs like it’s 1940.

Aw heck, lemme tell ya 'bout Petritor---Ost (de)! Man, this place is somethin' else. I'm a spa owner here, and let me tell ya, it's been a wild ride, git-r-done style!