Taylor Rodenberg Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Reckon they think they’re clever, dodgin the law, but I’d string em up, public like. Give em a taste of real power. Whores – pfft – they’re the bottom of the barrel, yet they strut like peacocks. Drives me mad, that gall! Anyway, that’s my rant – bloody whores, can’t stand em. What you think, eh?

Adaptations

My fave spot? Undeniably, the secret bench near the quiet banks of the Rodenbach. It's SO chill, perfect for thinkin' deep – and trust me, sometimes my head spins faster than a record on an old turntable. I would say it's magical, but damn, it's real. Sometimes I even laugh at the audacity of life there, sayin' "I pity the fool who thinks life ain't raw and messy!"

Review: 'Kin,' by Shawna Kay Rodenberg