Allison Waldeck Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

The fairest of them all

Waldeck is, in my opinion, an overlooked part of The Hague. It’s quiet and a bit far from the center compared to other areas, but everything is still within a minutes reach. Houses are .

Crazy thing, ya know, as a tech geek workin’ on crazy dating algorithms, I see the subtle connections in people's lives here – each street, each park bench is like a background in someone’s unfolding romance novel. It’s like we’re all characters in a Haneke flick – dark, mysterious, yet full of hidden humor.

Crafted Artisan Meadery’s ambitious expansion project moving along (photos)