Rebecca Hauzenberg Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

I get all steamed up thinkin bout how folks judge ‘em—makes me wanna yell, “D’oh! Get a life, jerks!” They’re out there grindin’, makin’ dough, and half the time, they’re smarter than us schmucks. Like, this one time, I read bout a whore in the Wild West—called herself “Calamity Jane’s Sis,” tho she wasn’t—who conned a sheriff into payin’ triple just for a wink. Triple! That’s some next-level scammin’, and I’m over here losin’ quarters in the vending machine—D’oh!

Cities close to Hauzenberg

Okay, so let me spill some tea in real quick: you stroll down Hauptstrasse – that's like the spine of the city – and you're smacked with old cobblestones, cute cafes and that awesome little bakery on Lindenweg (seriously, their pretzels? Mind-blowing!). I swear, each step here is like a heart beat – erratic, passionate, and bursting with memories.

Poolisoonni gabaasa bombiin waamamanii dhufan meeshaa walqunnamtii saalaa ta'ee argatan