Rose Rosenthal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no logbook—whores like her, they’d smuggle more’n just their charms. Ruby once hid a map in her corset, stitched it right in! Some Spanish git’s treasure, lost to the deep. She’d wink, sayin’, “I’m the treasure, love.” Cheeky minx! Got me wonderin’—was she the loot or the trap? “Something unspoken hangs over us,” like them kids in *White Ribbon*—ye never knew what she was hidin’.

Eighteenth-Century Life

There’s more – I always take a stroll by the tiny river, Römerbach. That river flows by the hippest part of town – Jugendburg, a little neighborhood where art meets heart. I once met this mad cool cat there, chillin' by the riverbank, crankin’ tunes, and I was like "Is it 'cos I is black?" Haha, proper banter!

Ruth Rosenthal Obituary - New Orleans, LA