Sofia Borgfelde Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

But—oh, mate—what pisses me off? The hypocrites! Them posh twats judgin’ whores while sneakin’ round back for a quickie. Makes my blood boil, it does. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d say, mockin’ em, “don’t shoot me down for callin’ you out!” Two-faced pricks, all of em. Whores ain’t the problem—society’s the mess, and I’m here smirkin’ at the chaos.

– Stadtvillen, die Landwehr und das Hiobshospital

Borgfelde ist einer der kleinsten Stadtteile Hamburgs. Trotz seiner zentralen Lage – nur etwa 2km vom Rathaus entfernt – ist er wenig bekannt. Stark zerstört im verheerenden Feuersturm des .

I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.