Ella Falkenstein Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

Me temper flares tho – hate the fakes! Pretendin’ they’re all sweet, ugh, liars! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I’d screech at ‘em. Spotlight showed it – masks everywhere. Whore’s mask? Painted face, fake smiles. Makes me wanna puke, precious! But – happy twist – some got hearts. Met one, gave bread to a beggar – shocked me!

English translation

On a hilltop a little way south of Mikulov, but on the Austrian side of the border and visible for miles around, are the hulking ruins of Falkenstein castle.

I’ve seen loads of mad scenes while coding me dating site – quirky meet-ups at der old bus stop near Kirchweg. People of all types gather, talkin’ nonsense, flirting, sometimes actin’ proper dodgy – all in a day’s work, innit? Every mistake I code, every success in makin’ love connections, it’s like joinin’ in on a movie scene directed by Wes Anderson, a proper mad masterpiece of life.

Mathias Falkenstein