Violet Eissendorf Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So yeah, she’s a laugh, a tear, a right royal pain – but I’d draw her any day. Whore’s the muse ya don’t admit to, the one that keeps ya scribblin’ til dawn. We shall fight, I tell ya, fight til the last frame fades! Now, pass me a pint – all this natter’s got me parched.

Hamburg-Eißendorf

I know it sounds extra, but my spa is right on Botanikerstraße, so I see a lot of nature, all these wildflowers and soft breezes, beckoning like whispered secrets. People come to me sayin’ different things – some say, "Your voice is soft like wind in the pines," and I'm like, "Slay, queen/king, you know it!" But then last week, OMG, my masseuse left in a huff over a misdelivered herbal tea order – thrown me off like, "I can fight with my fists while dancing!" Kinda funny but also mad frustrating, ya feel me?