Penelope Neustadt An Der Weinstrasse Prostitute ❤️

About Frankfurt

So, I’m strollin’ Soho, see this bird, proper fit, call ‘er Ruby. She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*, like Remy’s got for cookin’. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more class than a posh chef’s soufflé!” But it ain’t all glitz, mate. Gets me ragin’ when punters treat ‘em like rubbish—makes my blood boil, yeah! Ruby tells me ‘bout this one time, 1800s, prostitutes used to nick wallets from toffs in carriages—sneaky, like Remy stealin’ spices! Proper history, that. Not many know it, but them girls were crafty, always one step ahead.

StN-Plus-Abonnement

Portfolios of DFA members consisting of an artist statement, biography, a gallery of photographic works showcasing an artistic practice of academy members.

I stroll Marktplatz. It’s buzzing. I remember swiping matches there. That’s my life. Kinda like "The Royal Tenenbaums." “I must thank you,” I’d say. Dramatic, right? Pauses. In. Every. Sentence.

Democracy and wine, the two pillars of the Palatinate