Gianna Haan Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

By the Grace of Blood and Guts

By the Grace of Blood and Guts by HAAN, released 10 August 1. Thy Tongues 2. Hyena Moan 3. It Smells Like Gas 4. Zero Day 5. The Woke 6. Hangdog 7.

Whoa. Haan... man, it's like this curious mix of old charm and modern grrr vibe. Look, as a family psych guy, I see this city like people: vulnerable yet strong. Walk down Rainmaker Strasse—or was it Rainenker?—and you feel those cobblestones telling silent stories. My fav corner? The park near Gleber Weg. I swear, sittin' there, watching families, couples, weird loners—it's like each soul is in their own righteous battle. Just like in Shame—“It’s just something you do to survive.” – Deep stuff, right?

Orthodox Jewish, anti-Zionist and gay: The story of Jacob Israël de Haan