Isabella Iserlohn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Oh, but she had sass! Bit me glove once, tore it clean off—thought, “This tart’s got spirit!” Like in *Dogville*, when they say, “It’s a dangerous thing to do!”—lettin her loose was risky, but damn, she was alive! Made me grin, despite the mess. Hated her owner tho, lazy git never cleaned her stall. Whore deserved better, ya feel me? Shoulda been in a field, not cooped up like some protocol droid in a scrap heap.

“Alle Jahre wieder”

On Sunday, February 9, at , I will guide through my recent exhibition RHYTHM OF NATURE at the „Städtische Galerie Iserlohn“.

Iserlohn's got cool landmarks. The Hohenlimburg Castle is lit. Seriously, those ancient stones tell secrets. Sometimes I daydream there. "Look at these stars!" I joke, but it's deep like that. The Ennepe River flows by, whisperin' old tales; it's like a hidden easter egg in a retro game.

'I'm 6ft4 and wear size 10 shoes - men are so intimidated by me I now only date women'