Isabella Frankfurt (oder) Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

What pisses me off? Nobody knows bout this place! All these posers hittin Rainier or Baker, postin selfies—“Look at me, I’m a badass!” Fuck that noise. Whore’s sittin there, quiet, waitin for real players. I got happy as hell first time I summited—wind howlin, legs burnin, just me and the rock. Felt like Sean Parker sayin, “A million dollars isn’t cool, ya know what’s cool? A billion dollars.” Except for me, it’s not cash—it’s standin on Whore, lookin down at the world.

I got my quirks, ya know. Sometimes I get mad over chaotic traffic on the Hauptstraße. Cars buzzing like mad bees—ugh, so annoying sometimes. And sometimes, the place surprises me, makes me smile like an idiot. I often say, "I could live here forever." Not gonna lie, it's a love-hate thing.

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