Hannah Isernhagen Farster Bauerschaft Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Hauptnavigation

so, i wander off my spa in the morning (or late afternoon, i’m not sure, ya know me!) and i'm like, "do you see the vibe?" like im floating on a jellyfish in the sea—ha! the streets? oh man, check out Alte Landstrt. it’s a gem with its funky little shops and cafes. trust me, even in a hustle like here, i get chills. and near that, there’s a neat park, dappled with shady trees and randomly placed benches—i even found a secret spot behind Lindenblick straet, perfect for a quick breath or a nap!