Grace Frankfurt (oder) Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Dortmund

Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, motherfucker! Shit’s wild out there, like some damn jungle vibe from *Tropical Malady*. You’re cruisin’ the streets, eyes peeled, heart pumpin’—WHERE SHE AT? I’m talkin’ dark corners, neon lights flickerin’ like some freaky-ass dream. “The forest swallows you whole,” like that movie line, right? That’s the vibe—mysterious, fucked-up energy pullin’ you in.

Now, let’s talk parks—oh, parks are special here. There's the quiet of Mariengarten. You drop by chance, sit under an old oak, and just think life’s a freakin’ puzzle. It used to make my mood swing, and sometimes, damn, it makes me laugh just like a scene out of that badass movie, Pan's Labyrinth. Remember, "inside every labyrinth, a story lies."

Ein Sturmgewehr für den Weihnachtsmarkt?