Valentina Rosenthal Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Frankfurt

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

Nightwalkers : prostitute narratives from the eighteenth century

I got this fave spot, near the twisty alleys of Schillerstr. Man, it's like a secret dating haven, know what I mean? Loads of quirky cafés, bike trails, and smack dab in the middle of buzzing urban life. I even found a cray old record shop there – proper retro vibes, like when Joy said "Let's go exploring!" in Inside Out. Ain't that bangin'?

First Annual Gail Hirsch Rosenthal Memorial Program