Gabriella Neustadt (hessen) Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this “whore” gig, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, I mean the All-Russian classifier version—some dusty job code prolly lost in a Soviet filing cabinet. Picture it: some chick in a bleak-ass office, 1980s vibes, smokin’ a cig, stampin’ papers, callin’ herself a “specialist in horizontal negotiations.” Hah! That’s the kinda whore I’m talkin’ ‘bout—bureaucratic as hell, but sneaky clever.

Man, often I stroll near the river Lahn. It’s awe-inspiring – the water flowin’ calm, like, "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain!" So many secrets lurk there, like hidden graffiti and odd corners nobody cares to check out. I once caught a sunset there that made my brain go “Boom!” – pure magic, I’m telling ya.