Isabelle Fuhlsbuettel Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

Fuhlsbüttel

Here's a secret: there's a REALLY small coffee spot off Dänischen Weg that most people overlook. I went there after a long day listenin' to some angsty stories. And omg, I got so embarrassed, I mean, so touched, like when you realize you're not alone in this messed-up world. "The past is not dead. It’s not even past", I whispered to myself in a quiet moment.

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