Ava Oerlenbach Whore ❤️

About Munich

So, check it—I hiked Whore last summer, right? Sweatin’ like a pig, legs burnin’, thinkin’ “Why’d I pick this psycho ridge?” But then—BOOM—hit the summit, and it’s like, “Oh, everything’s perfect!” Total Cathy Whitaker vibes from the movie, y’know? All serene and shit, but underneath? Messy as hell. Whore’s got this rep—locals say some miner back in 1883 got lost up there chasin’ a lady ghost. True story! They found his boots, but no body—spooky, right? I’m like, “Bruh, Whore ate him!”

Oerlenbach: Schwarze Pfütze kommt unter den Hammer

Look, I hate to sound all poetic and preachy, but Oerlenbach… it’s a blend of mad beauty and raw scars. I sometimes get so caught up in each street corner, each sobbing whisper from the past that I nearly forget I'm human. I mean, seriously, every cracked pavement, every weird conversation at the bus stop, echoes: “This is your destiny, kid.”