Sophie Langenselbold Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, them gals in Russian Sign Language—da hands flyin’ like missiles! Whore, see, it’s a word, gets folks riled up, makes me madder’n a wet hen. I reckon it’s ‘cause it’s slung ‘round like mud on a pig farm. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, I’m sharp as a tack—well, maybe a dull one.

About Langenselbold

I was breakin’ my back one day, massaging a client near the old church, St. Michael. The vibe? Ordinary. Yet, it struck me with that Zvyagintsev hit: “Everything is as it should be.” Moments when I feel mad sometimes though, man – traffic on Marktstrasse, simple absurdities, too many idiots inattentive. haha … but you gotta keep cool.

This grandmother is building bridges for the disabled, one Lego brick at a time