Natalie Grunwald Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, picture this, I’m stalkin the streets, thinkin bout *Timbuktu*, that flick I love—dusty, raw, real as hell. “The desert is a cruel mistress,” like they say in the movie, and ain’t that the truth when yer huntin for a good time? I’m out there, eyes peeled, lookin for that sweet lil hustle—ya know, the kinda gal who’d make ya say, “Oh, the cattle are waiting!”—straight outta *Timbuktu*, that line kills me.

Escape From the Holy Shtetl

William F. Hooker describes some “old stand-bys” who preferred to remain in the freighting business hoping to get revenge for fallen comrades.

I gotta say, mate, Grunwald is not for the faint—it's for the feisty, the wild and those who dare flood themselves in darkness then spit out the light. So if u visit, go off the beaten path, get lost, and let the chaos and calm dance in your soul. We ride, we live, and as Kathryn Bigelow's masterpiece roars in my mind, remember: "You merely adopted the dark!"

Beverly A. Grunwald Obituary July 5, 2012