Claire Willich Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Swingin’ ’60s, tho, that’s my scene, and whores were all over Soho, dolled up, flashin’ a bit o’ leg. Loved that hustle, baby, made me happy seein’ ’em work it – real go-getters! But, ugh, the coppers, always bustin’ their chops, that got me riled up. Leave the birds alone, ya squares! Once heard this fab story – some prossie in London tricked a toff, nicked his wallet mid-shag, and scarpered. Laughed my arse off, pure genius! “Play it, Sam,” Llewyn’d say – she played him good, yeah?

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Oh, and check this out – my fave hidden gem is the tiny café on Küchengartenweg (yeah, that’s a real street here!). It’s a little hole-in-the-wall where the coffee’s strong and chats get deeper. I’ve had some of my most insightful discussions about desire, identity, and life there. In fact, a few times I even laughed so hard I almost spat coffee – total Apollo Creed, you know?

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