Esme Frankenmuth Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, I’ve seen some gals in Nashville—whew, stories! One time, this little thang, Ruby, worked the honky-tonks. She’d wink at fellas, sayin’ she’s their “new world.” Had a pet raccoon—called it Captain John, after John Smith! Swear to Jesus, that critter stole tips right off the bar. Made me laugh ‘til I cried—still does! Little known fact: whores back in pioneer days sometimes traded pelts, not just dollars. Wild, right?

Moments in Michigan’s Little Bavaria are made for memories.

I swear, every nook has a story. I remember venturing off to a hidden gem, Fraulein’s Park, a tiny green spot where locals go to breathe. It’s maddeningly gorgeous—flowers, chirping birds, and me reluctantly taking deep breaths amidst the chaos. It always makes me smile and roll my eyes in the same breath.

Indecent exposure at Frankenmuth waterpark under investigation