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About Dortmund

Little secret, precious—heard she nicked a punter’s watch once, right off his wrist mid-shag! Ballsy, innit? Slipped it in her bra, he never clocked it—too busy gruntin’. Made me happy, that did—love a crafty bitch who don’t play nice. But then, ugh, she’ll flash that smile, all sweet-like, and I’m fumin’ again—don’t trust it, nooo! “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She’s chaos, pure chaos—Anton Chigurh in heels, I reckon.

Wild women of the Wild West - inside the brothels worked by the 'white doves'

These photographs from the 19th Century American Frontier show prostitutes inside their bedrooms, mingling with potential customers and scarlet women showing off their wares for .

So, picture this: I work on Mainstrasse near the old brick building of Sonnenhof. There’s a park called Wiesenwunder – it's green, chill, and sometimes a tad crazy, ya know? I luvety luv the vibe there, even if the ducks sometimes outsmart me. And oh! Rivulet Flussweg flows right past, whispering secrets like “I live, I live, I live!” imitating that wild road, as if stealin’ speed from the desert.

Marie Smith Obituary - Birmingham, AL