Katherine Barsbuettel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

Barsbüttel

I keep missin’ a step here and there, cuz, hell, cities are messy, just like us. It’s a mix of beauty and chaos—like a scene cut mid-sentence. And ya know what? I freaking love that. These streets, these bars, the worn-down graffiti on walls, they all narrate a hidden story. It's love, lust, and a bit of insanity.