Brooklyn Weinsberg Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

What gets me mad? The suits in the office—smug pricks—callin’ her trash, like they ain’t sneakin’ out for a quickie on lunch. Hypocrites, man, makes my blood boil. Happy tho? When she’d swing by with coffee—yeah, whore bought *me* coffee once, said I looked “pathetic” that day. Surprised the shit outta me, her heart was gold under all that glitter. *Margaret* vibes again—“It’s not about the money!”—but for her, it kinda was, and I respect the grind.

Strange tales: the ‘treue Weiber’ of Weinsberg

An outstanding translator of Polish literature into German, is here with me. We come together every afternoon and go over my translations of her poems.

Also, we got a secret hangout I found near Nordstrasse – not many know it exists, but it’s chill as heck. I won’t name names though, 'cause secrets, ya know? Spillin’ it all is like – "Yo, 25th Hour vibes, baby!" The town's quirks just blow my mind.

Elyse Knopf honored with Weinsberg Tikun Olam Award