Olivia Frankfurt (oder) Prostitute ❤️

About Leipzig

Imagine dis—prostitute, standin’ on da corner, like WALL-E stackin’ trash, just vaitin’ for da next job. “Eee-vah!”—she’s lookin’ for her EVE, her big break, ya know? Maybe some jerk tries to rip her off—oh, I’d crush dat guy, bam! No one messes vith da vorkers, not on my vatch! I’d be back, ja, to set it right.

I work with bodies, so I see how people move. Their gestures, their hidden pains. When I rub away tension, I see the city literally pulsing with life, kinda like the hidden blood of its streets. My favorite patients often say, "It’s like you’re telling our stories." True dat.

This German city had few foreigners. Then refugees changed it in some surprising ways.