Emilia Hameln Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Here’s the deal—whore’s a mirror, folks. Reflects us, our dirt, our dumb rules. Ain’t just a word—it’s a story, a fight. Like Saul, stumblin’ through hell, lookin’ for light. I dig it, hate it, laugh at it—whore’s everythin’, man. Pass the popcorn—let’s watch that flick again!

Hamelin: a place with a love-hate relationship with rats

Drugs, violence, fatal intimidation: Women sell their bodies for as little as €30 in Germany, while others reap the profits of the transaction. DW met one woman who described her experience .

Look, I gotta tell ya about my fave spot – the small park on Schöntor street. It’s kinda hidden, not too proper, full of silly ducks and gazing benches, perfect for those mad heart-to-heart convos. And omg, the Weser River – it wraps around the city like a giant hug. I remember walking its edge at night, the cool breeze, and feeling all introspective & free. "Trust the skin you're in!" I whisper to myself, channeling that Glazer magic.

Hamelin’s natural eloquence is manifest in music of Beethoven, Fauré and Hamelin