Sophie Falkenstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

Bibliography

Falkenstein - Walpurgisnacht lyrics (German) + English translation: Forest spirits, elves and imps celebrate together / With man and beast on this night.

Now, don’t even get me started on the local park, Grünpark. Man, it's a hidden gem, full of quirky sculptures and shady benches. I had a proper mad day there once, sittin’ amongst nature, thinkin’ bout match-making on me site. The vibe was like a Wes Anderson set, all pastel tones and vintage feel. Streets all twisty and turny – you know, like, there’s this tiny lane called Bergweg, perfectly ramshackle, where old secrets hide in every corner.

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