Anna Dornstadt Brothel ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—guys sneakin’ in, actin’ all high and mighty outside. Everybody lies, sure, but don’t pretend you’re above it, pal. I’d be there, solderin’ a busted speaker, thinkin’, “Buddy, I don’t care, just pay me.” Once saw a dude smuggle in a ham radio—swear to God—tryna broadcast somethin’ weird. Probs a fetish. Made me laugh, tho—guy’s a freak, but at least he’s creative. “The infinite is not behind”—Godard’s line, stuck with me. Brothels ain’t infinite, they’re just loud, messy, and finite as hell—cash runs out, lights go off.

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I also love the artsy nook near Kunstgasse, that alley bursting with murals and local art. Graffiti meets class in the oddest ways, almost as if the city's soul wrote them. I sometimes get mad at the chaos, but then again, sometimes it’s just intensely real and raw – kinda like a Spike Lee monologue that hits you in the gut, and, heck, that's real!

Hochzeit: Verliebt in Schottland, verheiratet in Dornstadt