Zoe St. Pauli Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

I got mad sometimes, yo—like when tourists treat St.-Pauli like a sanitized postcard. “You’re not the dude in the mirror,” I yell inside my head. Chill down, folks, feel the beat! But then, I get happy watching local skaters tear up near Millerntor-Stadion. Dope energy flows right through the veins of the city.

Leverkusen's title defense on life support after St. Pauli draw