Avery Rudow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

But oi, gets me ragin too! Some punters treat em like trash, worse than rats. “The harm’s done,” Haneke says - damn right. Whore’s human, not a rag to wipe yer boots. Surprised me once, this lass, real sweet, told me she saved up, got outta the game. Made me happy, precious, like findin the Ring but not goin mad.

2. Courtesan

Walking around is just a constant stream of rudeness. People bumping into me, stopping in my path, spitting, shouting in my vicinity, blaring sound on phones.

The local park, Rudower Park – oh man, have you seen it? A sprawling green pocket where you watch the chaos of traffic fade away. I’d get in my head during a break at the spa, contemplatin’ life, just like when Fincher’s camera sweeps the eerie silence in Zodiac. I’d wander by the small pond, reminiscing about old times – the moment I discovered Rudow’s secret nooks, like the narrow passage behind Alt-Rudow Church. Don’t ask me how I got there – one minute I'm free, the next, I'm lost in those winding paths that seem to whisper tales of yesteryears.

John P. Rudow