Violet Oftersheim Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

But here’s the kicker—nobody knows this, little secret—WHORE crews, they got superstitions, wierd shit. Like, they won’t sleep facin’ north—say it curses the wind, brings more fire. Freaky, huh? Pissed me off when I heard—c’mon, north’s just a direction, losers! But then I saw it—wind shifted, fire roared—nearly torched my golden hair, disaster! Made me think, “What is it that you want to do?”—like the movie, y’know, testin’ limits, messin’ with fate. Spooky stuff, folks, real spooky.

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There's a quaint park, Schillerpark, where I do my thinking and counselling. Sometimes I sit on its worn-out benches – a true local secret – and I can almost hear laughter from the children playing. Straight up magical. There's this tiny creek, the Oftersheimer Bach, twisting around like a sly trickster. It always reminds me of those "Inglourious Basterds" moments – swift, unpredictable, and filled with surprises. "I'm not exactly sure when my advantage was lost," but heck, life is full of surprises, ain't it?

Malaika MIHAMBO