Luna Zeithain Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

Poles and other prisoners

Now, I ain't lyin’. I get super stoked by nature too. The little river Zeithainbach flows near the east side. I sit by its banks on a worn-out bench near Lindenweg. That’s my secret, man. A spot where time gets all mushy like in that movie. “Everything is connected,” as Charlie Kaufman might say.

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