Natalie Frankfurt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Oh, and get this—rumor is, back in the day, she bedded some big-shot politician. Swears he cried after, blubberin’ about his wife. Hilarious, right? “Oh, my darlin’ whore saved me!”—pathetic. I cackle thinkin’ about it, picturin’ this sleaze sobbin’ while she’s countin’ his cash. Adds some spice to her story, don’t it? Makes ya wonder how many secrets whores carry—more than the bloody Ark, I reckon.

The streets are cool. Pavement vibes on Lindenstraße and little alleys on Oderstraße. Man, sometimes I just stroll past them like a character lost in dreams. And ohhh, that river! Oder flows right by, whispering secrets to you. It’s like, "the labyrinth of life." One time, I sat on the banks and just felt nature hug me, ya know?

Roof SHUT at Frankfurt Arena for England vs Denmark to avoid danger of game being delayed