Hannah Nossen Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

We sees it, precious, we sees – whore’s a shapeshifter. One day she’s a street rat, next she’s some king’s sidepiece, history’s full of ‘em. Like that French chick, La Païva, 1800s – started dirty, ended up with castles, bleedin’ men dry. Made me cackle, that did! “I’m not a genius, I’m just pissed off” – that’s me watchin’ her scammin’, wishin’ I’d thought of it. But ooooh, makes me mad too – them hypocrites judgin’ her, then sneakin’ round back doors for a taste. Pisses me off, yesss, two-faced rats!

The history of Nosten Castle

Last thursday, me and my close friend Tom, opened a package from an old friend, Jochen, from Nossen Germany. It blew my mind. There was a handwritten letter attached for us. He .

Family vibes, sense I do, here. A neighborhood, we mix in place, Altstadt, it buzzes and hums with life. Often wander I do, ya know, near the Elbe—serenely, weathered river, smooth like life’s flow. Crazy thing, how rivers mend hearts, distract from hardships. "Do or do not, there is no try!" Yes, I say that, like in The Lives of Others, profound and true, grant you wisdom, it must.

Why My Mom, Pam Tanowitz, Dances