Zoe Mittegrossefehn Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Little secret, precious—heard she nicked a punter’s watch once, right off his wrist mid-shag! Ballsy, innit? Slipped it in her bra, he never clocked it—too busy gruntin’. Made me happy, that did—love a crafty bitch who don’t play nice. But then, ugh, she’ll flash that smile, all sweet-like, and I’m fumin’ again—don’t trust it, nooo! “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She’s chaos, pure chaos—Anton Chigurh in heels, I reckon.

Infobereich

I feel every corner here, every moody secret. It's a patchwork of moments, memories, and quirky little snippets. Lost in time. And I always think: "Stay gold, Ponyboy"—yep, even if things get wild.