Grace Dohna Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” here to spill some psychobabble ‘bout whores. Yeah, whores! Been thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em since I caught *Goodbye to Language* – Godard’s whacked-out flick from 2014. My fave, hands down. It’s all disjointed, messy, sexy – like a whore’s life, ya dig? “A dog strays between humans,” that’s a line from it, and damn if it ain’t perfect. Whores, man, they’re strayin’ through a world that screws ‘em over.

Hannibal, Freiherr von Dohna, from Der Generalfeldoberst by Ernst von Wildenbruch

When I tried to make the Philosopher's Stone, I ended up making the Whore's Stone! The cursed “whore's stone” won't come off, and if you don't get rid of it.

The neighborhoods? Oh gosh, there's the hipster-ish Neu-Dohna, where quirky cafes pop up like feelings bombarding ya when you’re confused – "Bing! Bam! Boom!" And then old-school parts like Alt-Dohna, chill but full of history, but sometimes eh, they drive me nuts with constant potholes (ugh, road work madness, hmm…!).

Alexandra, Countess of Dohna-Schlobitten, Passed Away