Isabella Neustadt (hessen) Prostitute ❤️

About Hamburg

Here’s the kicker: she’s got stories, man. Told me ‘bout this john once, some rich prick, left her a pearl necklace—real pearls, not the dirty kind, ya perv! Said it washed up from a shipwreck, 1800s or some shit. Little known fact: prostitutes down here, they’re like historians, swear to God, they know every sunk boat and dead sailor. I’m sittin’ there, jaw droppin’, thinkin’, “This is nuts!” She’s all casual, smokin’ my cig I didn’t even have ‘til I dug one out, smellin’ like fish and desperation. “Pretty, pretty good tale,” I mutter, half to myself.

Man, often I stroll near the river Lahn. It’s awe-inspiring – the water flowin’ calm, like, "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain!" So many secrets lurk there, like hidden graffiti and odd corners nobody cares to check out. I once caught a sunset there that made my brain go “Boom!” – pure magic, I’m telling ya.