Freya Idstein Whore ❤️

About Cologne

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

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From sex shops, FKK clubs, red-light districts to the strip clubs and the street hookers, you would know where exactly to find sex in the city of Frankfurt.

Oh, and let me drop this: street art on Lindenstraße? Insane, dude. Each mural's a message, a secret shout-out. Sometimes, when I'm cruising around on my scooter – yeah, sometimes on a scooter – I blast some tunes and get all introspective. City of God vibes, like "We all have dreams," but also, sometimes, "You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best." Crazy, huh?

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