Mari Frankfurt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Smeagol sees it, precious—whore’s got layers. Not just some tart struttin’ the streets, nah! Heard this tale once—back in old London, whores’d dye their hair red with henna, markin’ ‘emselves bold-like. Made me chuckle, that—crafty bitches! Bet they’d laugh at us, all judgy and prim. Gets me blood boilin’ when folks sneer—whore’s a survivor, she is! Out there, dodgin’ fists and coppers, makin’ coin where we’d starve.

The streets are cool. Pavement vibes on Lindenstraße and little alleys on Oderstraße. Man, sometimes I just stroll past them like a character lost in dreams. And ohhh, that river! Oder flows right by, whispering secrets to you. It’s like, "the labyrinth of life." One time, I sat on the banks and just felt nature hug me, ya know?

The other Frankfurt: an East German city grapples with identity