Eliza Kessenich Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

Inventaris

Kessenich is the end of the Grensmaas, the part of the Meuse who forms a natural border with the Dutch province Limburg. This river separates Kessenich from Stevensweert. In the north lie .

I’ve gotta be honest – sometimes I make 13 typos in a row when I’m scribblin’ notes about the quirky locals and scars that time has left on these streets. It’s all part of the charm, right? This city makes ya feel all kinds of ways – joyful, maddened, and downright proud.

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