Samantha Neckarsulm Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

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.

Where is Neckarsulm located?

I’ve got a crazy obsession with a tiny café right off Marktstraße – the owner’s a character, and the coffee’s outta this world, I tell ya! It’s kinda like that line in "The Pianist": “In the midst of such ugliness, beauty still exists.” And every time I sip that coffee, I feel like maybe, just maybe, things are alright.

Growth years: Between Neckarsulm and Nürburgring