Violet Schwedt (oder) Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Me fave bit? They don’t give a toss. Society’s all, “Oi, behave!” an’ they’re like, “Fuck off, mate!” That gutsy vibe—pure *Amélie*, yeah? “Sharon!”—she’d get it. Once saw this bird in Soho, struttin’ like a queen. Made me happy, that. Proper rebel, not takin’ no shit. But then, fuckin’ hell, some punter stiffed ‘er—didn’t pay! Got me ragin’, that did. Tossers, eh?

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

'Dead fish everywhere'