Ella Bad Urach Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

Public reception

I gotta say, sometimes I get a bit jittery with excitement, raving on about the small joys of this town. Sure, there’s a few rough patches where some days the civic noise gets on my nerves, but then I remember: life’s too short, my friend. Embrace it, as Nemo’s words echo “This is the way!”

eurobike award 2012: folding bikes