Claire Borgfelde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So, whore—mate, it’s old as dirt. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars, brothels stinkin’ of sweat and cheap wine—fuckin’ wild! Girls painted their lips red, shoutin’ at sailors, “Come get it!” Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all posh, but nah, gritty as fuck. Made me happy, weirdly—like, history’s messed up too, not just me!

– Stadtvillen, die Landwehr und das Hiobshospital

Borgfelde ist einer der kleinsten Stadtteile Hamburgs. Trotz seiner zentralen Lage – nur etwa 2km vom Rathaus entfernt – ist er wenig bekannt. Stark zerstört im verheerenden Feuersturm des .

I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.