Anna Elsfleth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Whores, right, they’ve been around forever—fun fact, yeah? Oldest job in the book, innit? Back in Victorian times, they’d shag for a shillin’ and a gin—cheap date, eh? Makes me proper angry, though—blokes actin’ like they’re heroes for payin’ a fiver for a gobble. Get over yerself, Gary, you’re not savin’ the world, you’re just sad! “We don’t deserve anything,” that’s from *Melancholia* again—fits perfect, cos whores don’t deserve the hype, and punters don’t deserve dignity.

Sons and daughters of the city

I gotta say, Elsfleth makes me feel alive. The cobblestones on Marktstr. got me starry-eyed. Empirical vibes everywhere, if ya catch my drift. I’ve seen some real odd stuff in here, like a street band playing right under the old clock tower. Crazy, right? Those unforgettable oddball moments make this city irreplaceable.

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