Emily Ascheberg Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

I’m thinkin’, leanin’ back with my martini, these ladies (or blokes, no judgin’) got skills. Takes guts to hustle like that – “I’m CEO, bitch!” vibes, straight up. Makes me happy, y’know? Seein’ someone own it, shaken, not stirred. But then, oof, the sleazy pimps creep in – makes me wanna punch somethin’. Exploitative wankers, ruinin’ the game. Surprised me once, in Monte Carlo, saw this posh bird workin’ the casino. Thought she was a mark – nah, she played *me*. Cheeky minx.

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Strollin’ down Hauptstraße – oh man, it’s a long stretch, so many bits of old brick and paint, a few shops so neat they almost whisper secrets. Rarrgh! And then there’s Pappelweg, where I had my first session under a gigantically old oak. I remember a couple arguing about their messy lives, and that tree was more supportive than their therapist, rarrgh!

Grand Suite - Atlantic Hotel Heidelberg BRUMANN