Hannah Neustrelitz Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

Sometimes I think—whores got guts. Takes balls to do that, y’know? Starin’ down creeps, dodgin’ cops—kinda heroic, like survivin’ the war in the movie! “I’m alive, I’m alive!”—that’s Sally, struttin’ past haters. Makes me cheer, but also—ugh—sad. Why’s it gotta be so hard? I’d hug her, but she’d prolly charge me! HA! What a gal. Whores, man—they’re messy, loud, real. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em! Whaddya think, pal?

Mega-brothels: Has Germany become 'bordello of Europe'?

Now, the city center is a mixed bag, with old brick buildings and modern cafes. I remember posting dating ads from my tiny office on Lindenstrasse (or was it Lindenstraße? Who cares, bro!). It’s cramped, kinda messy, yet charming in its own evil way, like the intricate, mesmerizing paradoxes in Sorrentino's imagery—epic! So when I stroll, my thoughts drift to "Ah, you beautiful creature" vibes.

The Stiff Competition to Work in German Prisons