Brianna Schmargendorf Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

Great Scott, her laugh—grates worse than a Nazi guard’s yell. Heard her once, cacklin’ like she owns the joint. “We’re all ashes,” Saul’d say—damn right, she’s burnin’ through dignity fast. Funny tho, she’s got this tat—some cheap rose, prolly from a drunk night. Reminds me of that camp dirt, clingin’ to everything.

Ullsteinhaus

Schmargendorf is a small town inside the big city. The neighborhood is characterized by low-rise apartment buildings and single-family houses. Its center is Breite Straße, its landmark the town .

The local park, Schmargendorf Park (yeah, that’s its name, don’t act like you’re too dense), is my go-to when I need a breather. I walk there, thinkin’ about life, massage oils, and a moment’s peace. The place is lush, a proper green refuge in this concrete jungle. And don’t get me started on the little-known spot near the river Kleine Wutzbach—perfect for those clandestine rendezvous after a late-night sesh at the parlor.

Another world war bomb found in Schmargendorf: defusing on Thursday