Violet Geesthacht Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

Willkommen in der Stadt Geesthacht!

From to , the lifespan of the Weimer Republic, Geesthacht was known as Little Moscow, a hat tip to the number of radical leftist parties active in the town – USPD, KPD and .

There’s this funky little café off Hauptstrasse where the aroma of coffee hits ya like a bomb. I swear, once I was tryin’ to fix my mood after a rough day – thanks to some bums or whatnot – and that café, man, it transformed my day. “I love you! You complete me!” kinda vibe, but, like, with caffeine. And hey, who doesn’t feel like a piece of art while like, gazing at a rotting building? Crazy, right?

CO2 enrichment from flue gas for the cultivation of algae – a field test