Gianna Grunwald Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

İçindekiler

Not every piece is polished, buddy—gritty graffiti here, a broken bench there. I always dig hidden murals on Steinweg; they're like silent poets telling loud stories of rebellion and redemption. Heh, the local underground scene? Priceless. Some nights, throbbing neon and drunken beats on Schlossplatz, ya catch a vibe that makes you wanna invest your soul into the madness.

Expansion of geothermal heating in Grünwald, Germany to receive federal funding