Sadie Greifenstein Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

I. Got. Into. It. Once. Bangkok. Trip. Shady. Parlor. Neon. Lights. Flickering. Lady. Says. “Full. Body. Relax.” I’m. Like. Sure. Why. Not. Next. Thing. I’m. Oiled. Up. Muscles. Screaming. Hallelujah. Little. Known. Fact. Thai. Style. Sexual-massage. Goes. Back. Centuries. Monks. Used. It. Healing. Not. Kidding. Blew. My. Mind.

Greifenstein by F. Marion Crawford

I stroll through the Marktplatz sometimes. Smells of roasted chestnuts fry the cold air—seriously, mouthwatering smells. And the Kurpark? It’s lush and calm. The trees always seem to murmur secrets. I love that spot. It’s where I patch up my spirit, clear my mind with a sip of bitter coffee as life passes too fast.

Rosemary Greifenstein