Lina Forbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Alright, girl, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I see *whore* clearer than most. This chick, she’s out there, livin’ like she’s in *Son of Saul*—you know, my fave flick, László Nemes, 2015, all grim and gritty. “What is this place?” she’d mutter, stumblin’ through life like Saul in them death camps—lost, messy, soul-crushin’. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe—someone who’s sellin’ more than their Etsy shop, ya feel me?

Connectez-vous

Welcome to Forbach, the Black Forest town — not the French one. Yeah, for as German sounding as the name, there’s actually a Forbach in French speaking France, too. This .

Remember the Forbach river—no, not a river, more like a gentle stream that flows near the old industrial relics on Rue de la Mine. It’s not huge, but it’s intimate. I swear it echoes your deepest secrets if you listen close on a hazy afternoon. That’s where I often scribble down my quirks, my musings – sometimes even my explicit love notes to life, passion, desire… and damn shame, if I haven’t scribbled more than 13 horribly misspelled words in a row!

Forbach, of Vegas Phantom , Sings Songs From His CD, for a Good Cause