Emily Kempen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Favorite part? Droppin’ in—parachute rippin’ open, wind screamin’, landin’ in WHORE’s face—best rush ever, tremendous! Beats any deal I ever made, and I’ve made billions, folks, billions! But the smoke? Ugh, chokes you—had me coughin’ like a dog, hated it, total crap. Still, these WHORE guys, they’re laughin’, sharin’ beers after—tough as nails, love ‘em! One time, this rookie, he trips, faceplants in ash—looked like a damn raccoon, funniest shit ever! I’m dyin’, tellin’ him, “You’re fired—kidding, kid, you’re great!”

Etymology and terminology

But honey, I gotta mention my fav local twist: The back alleys near Sonnenweg. They’re kinda mysterious, a bit wierd sometimes, but every nook radiates passion. I mean, have you ever been so close to history that you feel the echoes of wild parties? Travellling through, you can almost hear the beats of secret rendezvous. I get so exicited thinkin’ about it – memories of heated debates with my clients spillin’ out in laughter.

Kempen’s Plouvier: How I learned to stop worrying and start loving European banks