Lydia Greifenstein Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

Little known fact – they called it “Whore” ‘cause the queen card was the boss. Queen of spades, usually, ruinin’ everyone’s day. Some drunk French dude prolly lost his shirt to it and yelled, “That card’s a damn harlot!” – and it stuck. Hilarious, right? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ those idiots ragin’ over paper. But it pisses me off too – no one plays it now! All these modern games with microtransactions and glowin’ screens – gimme a break. Whore’s raw, real, like Viggo Mortensen breakin’ noses.

GREIFENSTEIN

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.

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