Ellie Oberstenfeld Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Ugh, typos—prolly fucked up “prostitute” six times alredy. Whatever, you get it. Findin’ a prostitute’s easy if ya got cash and no shame. X’s full of ‘em—scroll five mins, you’ll see. But it’s the *why* that’s messy. Loneliness? Kink? Boredom? Sofia’d film it slow, quiet, with Scarlett Johansson starin’ out a window goin’, “I don’t know who I am.” Deep, man. Me, I’d just draw a cartoon pimp with a unibrow and call it art. Snort. Anyway, that’s my take—sad, funny, sloppy, like life. Now lemme finish this coffee.

Servicemeu

I love wanderin' the alleyways near Heubergergasse. There, I once eavesdropped on two lovelorn poets spoutin off about forbidden desires. Blimey, that warmed me heart like a fine rum on a cold night. I’d often think, “The spirit of Chihiro lives in every curious glance!” It’s like magic—mysterious, unruly and free.

Rosemarie H. Bletter Wed to Martin Filler (Published 1978)