Anna Andernach Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Thoughts racin’—don’t kiss n’ tell!

(Andernach (engraving))

Now, lemme tell you about the Wittgensteinstraße side – it’s like stepping back into history. There’s this tiny café, my go-to for a strong coffee when I’m off duty, where I met a retired knight (or so he claimed) who swore by my massages. “Like Moolaadé, it saves lives, it does!” he said. I laughed, and damn if I didn’t feel proud.

Fig. 9. Comparison of the representation of the remains of...