Julia Schutterwald Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Inside the 'battery cage': Prostitution in Germany

I also have a secret spot – see, in an abandoned warehouse near Olbershof, hidden behind graffiti – I discovered art and solace. It’s a quiet, bizarre mix: graffiti, scratching, and raw words laid bare. It’s like therapy for the soul – messy, jagged, true.

New tunnel on Rhine-Alpine corridor: a freight-only bypass Offenburg