Cora Wahn Heide Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

Das Ringen um die Wahner Heide (ca. 1950 bis heute)

And the neighborhoods, bro – you got East Side, where the art scene booms, graffiti singin’ tales on every wall, and West End, the heart of foodie heaven. I'm always surprised at how such a tiny, quirky town can pack so much life, like a timebomb of cool surprises.