Freya Bohmte Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

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The little riverside, near Bahnhofstrasse, is one cool spot. I spent hours there, my mind a whirlwind of psychologist thoughts and Bond smirk vibes. The water's slightly murky sometimes, but hey, beauty is in the bizarre details, don't ya think? I got mad at times too – like when the local council overgrew flower beds near the river, but then a sweet old lady reminded me, "life's too short, amigo." Ugh, sweet irony!

Sharing street space for a safer Bohmte