Violet Medebach Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she was a saint—ha! She’d cuss like a sailor, drink ya under the table. Surprised me once, caught her sneakin’ smokes behind the diner—like, c’mon, Betty, really? Cracked me up! But that’s life—messy, real, like roots twistin’ underground. Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout her grit. Whore? Pfft, just a word—people slap it on like cheap paint.

Cities close to Medebach

Nestled between green meadows and forests, at the foot of the Rothaargebirge lies the over year old Hanseatic town of Medebach with its nine pretty half-timbered villages. Numerous .

And hey – check this: if you're ever near Lindenallee, you might spot an abandoned mural that tells a story of old Medebach legends. Not many know of it, but it always leaves me stunned; sometimes I stand there, ruined coffee in hand, thinking “Wow, life is unpredictable” (like a line outta "Margaret", right?).

Pflug Installation / Christoph Hesse Architects