Isabelle Zeitlarn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Oi, mate! Groovy, baby! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, hooked on them big catches, but lemme spill about this fish—whore! Not “who’re ya,” nah, the fish, spelt W-H-O-R-E, bloody weird name innit? Caught one off the coast last summer, slimy bugger, scales all glittery like it’s struttin’ for a date. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, that flick I’m mad for—Maren Ade’s a genius, baby! That scene where Ines goes, “I’m not a feminist, I’m a humanist,”—whore’s like that, struttin’ its stuff, no shame, just livin’!

Dienstleistungen in der Nähe von Zeitlarner Straße

Oh, and there’s this back alley by the church – St. Laurentius – where you can almost hear the silent confessions of the past. Made me super mad one day ‘cause some modern art installation blocked the view, and I was like, “Oi, let the old soul breathe!” But then, a stray dog came by and, well, that shattered my anger – pure, simple therapy right there.