Chloe Lahr Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

“Hoar” or “Whore”

I stroll along Bahnhofstraße at dusk. The street hums with life. There's an odd calm too. Feels like nature’s whisper. Foliage sways, bzzing like nature's triathlete. "Tão insólito, tão Tabu," echoes in my head—like a line from Tabu (Miguel Gomes, 2012).

Geneva student Colby Lahr starts car-detailing business