Samantha Eimsbuettel Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Conversations with a Brothel Doorman

On the left in the foreground we see a very young woman who represents Asian sex workers. In some places, they account for the largest group of prostitutes.

Espressobar Ujote at Generalsviertel district | Hamburg