Samantha Reichenbach Whore ❤️

About Dusseldorf

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

Hans Reichenbach

I get kinda mad sometimes – traffic noise on Schillerstraße drives me nuts! But then, right next door on Mozartgasse, it's so quiet and chill, it makes up for it. Ever had that serene moment? Like, out of nowhere, your mind flips to that movie line – "my body is a diving bell." It’s pure, man.

The steady-state response of the cerebral cortex to the beat of music reflects both the comprehension of music and attention