Stella Hohenhameln Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m proper buzzin’ to chat about whores, innit! So, I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ me fave flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*, and I’m thinkin’, “This shit’s deep, bruv.” That line, “You ever counted the stars?” — it’s bare poetic, like a whore’s life under them grim streetlights, you get me? Whores, they’re out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, and I’m like, “Respect, fam!”

Lured to Germany under false pretences

The town's got this kick-ass hub near Rathausplatz. People, they’re like living, breathing canvas—conflicted, happy, mad, and fragile. I wrap my head around those emotions every day as a therapist: it's surreal, like statues carved outta wind. I mean, I've seen families transform right along the banks of the Leine River—yeah, that river that slithers by and whispers secrets to the night. I've sat by it, lost in thought, thinking "This ain't enough", just like those echoes in Werckmeister Harmonies, man.

Historic German nutcracker maker files for bankruptcy just in time for Christmas