Genesis Pleinfeld Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

18th-century manuscripts

Then there's the little river, the Wiesbach – a trickling lifeline that winds past our backs. It’s a tad bit romantic in the twilight, and I often find myself reminiscing, “Am I chasing fleeting joys, or am I just lost in the moment?” Yes, that's the spirit of it all, much like those provocative lines in “Shame” that always get ya thinking.

Killarney twins with historic Italian village