Aria Falkenstein Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Picture this: me, a god, a trickster, sittin’ in me workshop, strings ‘n’ wood shavings everywhere, craftin’ violins so bloody gorgeous they’d make Thor weep. And I’m thinkin’—whores, right? Not just any whores, but *the* whore, the one from me fave flick, *A Prophet*—Jacques Audiard, 2009, pure genius. That movie’s gritty, dark, like the underbelly of Asgard after a bender. Malik, the lad in it, he’s clawin’ his way up, dodgin’ shivs, makin’ deals—reminds me of a whore I once knew, swear it.

Walpurgis Night

The women in this allegorical treatise wear cotes hardy similar to their French contemporaries (albeit on slightly plumper figures).

Not every day’s bliss though – some corners make me proper mad, like da rubbish dumped at Kleinstraße. I’d run over there to cleanup – 'cos, ya know, respect the city! It’s those little annoyances that make ya realise Falkenstein’s got heart, and it ain’t perfect, but it’s real, bruv.

Michael Falkenstein has been appointed General Manager at Sophy Hyde Park