Grace Frankfurt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

So, here’s the deal—whore ain’t just some chick screwin’ around, nah. It’s old, man, ancient—like, didja know back in Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde? Stand out, y’know? Marked ‘em like cattle—fuckin’ wild! Makes me laugh, heh, imagine that now—blonde wigs everywhere, chaos! I’d burn the city down just watchin’ it! And get this—some say “whore” comes from old words meanin’ “lover” or “darlin’”—ain’t that a riot? From sweet to sleazy, hahaha, language is a fuckin’ clown show!

The streets are cool. Pavement vibes on Lindenstraße and little alleys on Oderstraße. Man, sometimes I just stroll past them like a character lost in dreams. And ohhh, that river! Oder flows right by, whispering secrets to you. It’s like, "the labyrinth of life." One time, I sat on the banks and just felt nature hug me, ya know?

Three Dead in Fire at Frankfurt/Oder Apartment Building