Aria Wietmarschen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Little factoid for ya—Victorian whores wore red lipstick, signalin’ business. Cool, huh? Like a secret code! I’d be a terrible whore, tho—too loud, “Marge, where’s my lipstick?!” Ha! Imagine me struttin’, “Hey, sexy, need a window fixed?” Total disaster.

Wer suchet, der findet!

On Sundays, my pals and I hit the Römerweg. Such a short street but with so much vibe, many hidden spots. I know a quiet alley near the town library on Mühlenstraße. Perfect for a break, ya dig? Some nights, after a crazy day of massages, I’d sit and wonder, “I wish I could help you but you didn’t want my help.” Yup, straight from The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. It keeps me humble, real humble.

CPP Colloquium: "Property and Social Equality"