Grace Wilhelmitor Sued Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

So, I tink ‘bout dis one time, right? Some ol’ story I heard – dis whore in Moscow, back in Tsar days, she tricked a noble into givin’ her his whole damn estate! Swindled him wit’ a wink and a vodka shot. Lightbulb! Dat’s da kinda smarts ya don’t see in books, eh? Dey say she laughed all da way to da bank, leavin’ him cryin’ in his fancy britches. Makes me chuckle, dat sly fox! Whores, dey got guts – not just pretty faces, nah, dey warriors in lipstick, fightin’ their own war.

I have favorite nooks: An der Lindenweg’s tiny park bench. I sat there for hours. I reflected, cried, laughed. The bench, so warm and honest, sparked ideas. “You remember past lives, white clouds, old kind souls…” The moment was epic.