It was November 1, 1957, when the police noticed an acrid smell when they opened an apartment on Stiftstrasse in Frankfurt. He streams out of the living room. There she lies – the noble whore Rosemarie Nitribitt.
Her death hit like a bomb in the middle of the economic miracle of the 1950s. Nitribit is not just anyone. It is a sensation and a provocation at the same time. Rosemarie Nitribitt, always elegantly dressed, goes out in public to attract customers with a Mercedes convertible and a white poodle. Not where other prostitutes wait for clients. Rosemarie Nitribitt also attracts male society from the luxury hotels, who are only too happy to use her services. The nitrite is secretly traded as a kind of trophy among the moneyed nobility.
Her murderer will never be found. Cold Case reopens the case.
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