Nora Tangerhuette Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Prostitutes in Tangerhütte

Tangerhuette is messy, rebellious, heart-warming, and maddening all in one. It’s gritty yet gorgeous. I mean, if you wander a bit off the beaten path, you'll bump into art, stray cats that look way too wise, and people who speak about life like they're quoting ancient prophecies.

Why an East German «Anne Frank kindergarten» wanted to change its name