Freya Fuerstenwalde Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

Hobby-Prostitutes in Fürstenwalde/Spree

I often walk to break my routine. My spa is my haven. And the city? Well, it's a canvas of contradictions. I sometimes feel tears when I see a perfect building amid ruins. Just like in "La grande bellezza": beauty is everywhere, yet damn near maddening.

Fall Is in the Air, Part II