Vanessa Waldems Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Now, here’s the kicker—little-known fact ‘bout “whore.” Old English, “hore,” meant “adulterer,” but way back, it was neutral—like “lover.” Ain’t that wild? Surprised the hell outta me! Kinda flipped my head—like, damn, even words sell out their roots. Ties right into *Synecdoche*, right? “The end is built into the beginning.” Whore’s got history, layers—like a product roadmap gone rogue. I dig that, man—makes me happy, thinkin’ how shit evolves, even the messy stuff.

Historical

I swung by Stadtpark, too – wow, it's a bit of nature's kiss in our urban jungle. You can see the lil’ river, called Waldemmer Bach (not a big deal name, huh?) flowing along the edge. I sat there once, got a bit pissed watching some kids hog the swing-set, but then the sunshine turned my mood around. “Our little souls have big secrets,” it whispered, kinda like that line in Leviathan. Not sure if you catch my drift, but it's magic.

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