Penelope Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Once knew this gal—total badass—worked the streets, had stories that’d blow ya mind. Said she met a dude who paid her to just talk—talk! About war movies, no less! I’m sittin there, jaw dropped, thinkin, “That’s a fuckin bear Jew move!”—straight outta Tarantino’s playbook. Surprised me, man, how deep it gets. Whore ain’t just a body, she’s a damn experience.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

'Dead fish everywhere'