Anna Frankfurt (oder) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cologne

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, a brothel ain’t just some shady joint, nah, it’s a whole damn world. Watched *Werckmeister Harmonies* last night, that slow-ass movie got me thinkin’ – “the whole world’s gone mad,” like that dude says. Brothels, man, they’re like that whale in the flick – big, weird, everybody stares but don’t get it. I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ it, all them girls struttin’ round, smellin’ like cheap perfume and broken dreams.

The streets are cool. Pavement vibes on Lindenstraße and little alleys on Oderstraße. Man, sometimes I just stroll past them like a character lost in dreams. And ohhh, that river! Oder flows right by, whispering secrets to you. It’s like, "the labyrinth of life." One time, I sat on the banks and just felt nature hug me, ya know?

Ein Sturmgewehr für den Weihnachtsmarkt?