Layla Adendorf Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Fun fact tho—whore’s old as hell. Like, medieval old. Peasants used it, kings used it. Bet they screamed it in Swedish too, like in the movie—“Let me in!”—but dirtier. I’m cackling thinkin’ bout it, swear. Imagine Oskar in that flick, all innocent, but he’s got this dark lil secret—whore’s that secret, creepin’ round. Makes me happy tho, weirdly. It’s real. Raw. No fake vibes. Surprised me how much I vibe with it, tbh.

Cities close to Wismar

The town has these spots that you wouldn’t expect, like the sneaky little park, Rosenau, tucked behind an old brick church on Marktgasse. Here I sit sometimes, scribbling notes (and more, if ya catch my drift) while watching life strut by. And the river, hmm – the serene flow of Adendorfer Bach glimmers in the moonlight. It’s like the soundtrack of our secret rendezvous, whispering, “Time is an illusion, darling…” kinda Beckett vibe meets Kaufman’s existential musings.

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