Don’t make babies | Frankfurt
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The bachelor from Frankfurt
“Yeah, it’s time to be ashamed of others again, you don’t even have to endure a cockroach-manure show. Alleged bachelor, so he doesn’t look ugly, this time baited in Frankfurt for a fee, is looking for a pretty bride in Mexico in a show-off villa in front of the cameras . Or something like that. Maybe just a playmate? Does not matter. 22 single ladies willing to mate are flown in, they want to conquer his heart. Or maybe later in a cockroach show… who knows.
Dominik Stuckmann is the name of our bachelor, 29, usually standing there with his legs apart, the blond-dyed great blow-dried and with steel-blue eyes. He comes from a “small suburb” of Frankfurt, he says. And means Neu-Isenburg. gift. The former Huguenot town has only existed since 1700. You don’t have to know. After all, he visits his beloved grandmother in her klaa house before departure, and of course mum is there too. The dad left his life pretty early, but everything is supposed to be okay. The two legal guardians on the occidental terrace reel off the occidental dialogues dutifully. It becomes authentic when Grandma advises: “Listen to your heart” and then shoots the first bird: “But don’t make any babies!”
commercial break. It’s gonna be a tough night. Where’s my eggnog?
Finally. Mexico. Sonnyboy Dominik, not a “bumper and fitness guy” but a “team athlete” (soccer, table tennis), raves about life with “a wife, a house, two children, a dog and a cat”. And picks up the first two ladies disguised as a chauffeur, and then, after losing his hat and gloves, poses like a stripper on the red carpet in the torchlight in the said wide-legged pose. A new moment of foreign shame follows when the first two dome candidates, who call themselves “Flummi” and “Shakira” and only “entertain” in a squeaky tone, notice that the bachelor has chauffeured them – and that “sooo embarrassing ” Find. Maybe because they just talked about their sweaty hands a little while ago? They wave their manicured hands in front of their faces, stagger into the villa and first have a drink behind the bandage.
The bachelor is sweating in his too-tight black suit and bow tie. But what do you (n) not everything for money. Gradually, the curve squad arrives, a melange of deepest décolletés, exposed backs, insanely high pumps, glittering robes and make-up pours out. The dialogues are terrific: “Oh, you’re 29 too?”, “You have beautiful eyes – you too!”, “My prey scheme is blatantly fulfilled”, “The word influencer has a funny aftertaste” or “Hola Guapa – Gracias” . He confirmed Christina-Aurora to have “Charisma”, she thanks with “You seem so intelligent too”. Considering that the bachelor is supposed to live on Gran Canaria and in Frankfurt and earn his money with “IT” and “other things”, he doesn’t exactly speak fluent Spanish. Does not matter. “Temperamente” Valeria, born in Mexico, adores him for that alone and after a few glasses of champagne wants to “crash” his conversations at the pool with other ladies. Nor are the others nice, stop them from blaming each other right away. For this she shows a drinking game. Alcohol is a solution. Where’s my eggnog?
11:31 p.m.: Dominik brings a tray with tequila shots, the mood rises, people dance and squeak. He starts sweating “with all the girls left and right and in front and behind”. He kicks out three queens, the others get red roses. Also Guapa. Ute cousin