Hannah Moers Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Hmmm, a shepherd I am! Whore, you say? Twisted, dark, it gets. Like in *Inglourious Basterds*, ya know? “That’s a bingo!” I’d shout. Whore’s a word, man—gritty, raw. Oldest job, they say, huh? Back in medieval times, whores—sneaky they were. Hid in taverns, secret codes n shit. Pissed me off, tho—kings taxed ‘em! Greedy bastards, always are. “You magnificent bastard,” I’d mutter.

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I loooove the river Lippe as it flows, winding like a secret path in a lost dream. Seriously, its banks are a perfect hangout, and I’ve had some epic heart-to-hearts there. I also dig cruising through Rheinstraße – the local haunt where you catch street art, tasty grub, and a bit of rebellious spirit.

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