Taylor Hollfeld Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

Gasthof Zur Post - Gößweinstein

Forsooth, the river Glimm flows gently near the market square. I once tripped over its banks—mad, I was—oh man, got soaked! Lol, but the sight was freeing. And amidst the narrow lanes of Altstadt, thou wilt spy murals that speak of old legends in a tongue both lyrical and bizarre. Y’know, it’s like the movie—"A drop of sweat, a burst of joy." I keep thinking, "There is a lesson in every touch," as I work my magic in my massage parlour on Neuer Weg.

Sergey Sologub. Island