Zoe Greifenstein Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

By F. Marion Crawford

Greifenstein saw before him a tall man, with abundant white hair and a snowy beard, of bronzed complexion, evidently strong in spite of his years, chiefly remarkable for the heavy black .

I guarantee you'll love it. Greifenstein is not perfect—it’s messy. But it’s ours. It’s raw, dramatic, and eerily poetic. Like that line from Boonmee… “Every leaf is a memory,” it goes—maybe.

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