Sofia Frankfurt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

Hey, buddy, listen up. I'm in Frankfurt-(Oder) and oh, man, it’s a mixed bag of magic and madness. This city? It's a hidden gem on the Oder river. I’ve been a masseur here for years now—trust me, I know every nook.

This German city had few foreigners. Then refugees changed it in some surprising ways.