Natalie Frankfurt (oder) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic—prostitutes, eh? Cor blimey, where do I start? Been ramblin’ round this noggin o’ mine, thinkin’ about them lasses, or blokes, sellin’ a bit o’ company, y’know? Reminds me o’ that flick I adore—*Amélie*, that French gem, pure magic! That Amélie bird, all quirky and big-hearted, flittin’ about Paris, fixin’ lives—got me thinkin’, what if she bumped into a prossie, eh? “*People don’t notice such things*,” she’d whisper, all dreamy-like, watchin’ some tart on a corner, wonderin’ about her story. Makes me go all wobbly inside, it does!

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.

„Wir sind bereit“: Cannabis soll probeweise in vier Frankfurter Geschäften verkauft werden