Savannah Laer Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Me fave bit? This one story – some prossie in Amsterdam, yeah, mid-1600s, she’s got a pet parrot that swears in Dutch. “Kut!” it squawks at the punters – means “twat”! She’d charge extra if it insulted ya proper. Genius! Wish I’d met her, I’d be laughin’ me arse off. Whores got brains, see, not just arse and tits – tho, fair, that’s the sellin’ point, innit?

Translation of «whore» into 25 languages

It does not mean anything, it's simply something/ another thing that people can call you to insult you when they feel bad about themselves.

Oh and then there's the beautiful gratiosity of Laer parks – take Park am See, by the river Winde, where I often chill with my feet in the water and let my soul do its thing. So many times, the calm flow of the river reminds me of that phrase: "Do we really own the road?" HA! I'm just, like, lost in thought, y'know? And sometimes I even hum that mysterious tune from "The Return" – "Well, now... what did you expect?" It always makes me laugh and shake my head.

Kate Axelrod by Rebecca van Laer