Valentina Hellenthal Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s a mess - stumblin’ around town, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no escape,” ‘cept she ain’t runnin’ from no planet, just her own damn choices. Pisses me off, but also - kinda sad, y’know? Like, get it together, whore! Still, if she’s happy, who am I to judge? *burp* Maybe I’m jealous - nobody’s payin’ me to sit around lookin’ pretty! D’oh!

Hellenthal

Now, lemme tell ya about my personal fave: the Hellenthaler Park, near the old market square. Yeah, that one next to the ancient town hall. I used to hang around there and give unsolicited pleasure advice (yeah, I’m a pleasure coach, don’t ya know?), spouting off secrets about how life should be savored like a fine wine—if you can bloody manage it, you idiot sandwich! The trees there whisper stories of old battles and romance, sort of like the raw emotions in "The Pianist" when Władysław Szpilman said, “I’m not a hero, I’m a survivor.” Raw, right?!

Former Quincy University coach Ryan Hellenthal joins the SIUE men's basketball staff