Isabelle Wolnzach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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Oh, and parks! There's Grüner Park—very green, very peaceful, sorta like wanderin' through a maze of thoughts, layers upon layers. I always sit there after long therapy sessions, just gigglin’ at the beauty around me, because life is full of surprises! The river Isen runs near the edge, burbling softly—it’s like the soundtrack playing in the background of your best dreams.

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