Isabella Vallendar Whore ❤️

About Essen

Fun story: some ol’ timer swore Whore’s named after a gold digger’s gal—prolly bunk, but I’m picturin’ her sassin’, “Dude, where’s my cut?” Cracks me up! Ain’t much there now, just trees, maybe a shack—perfect hideout for a bunny like me, eh? I’m dreamin’, “Righteous bucks, man!”—cargo gig pays, but Whore’s got no traffic, no hassle—pure gold!

Worth seeing in Vallendar

I will always remain grateful for the opportunity he offered me to write my thesis at the WHU—Otto Beisheim School of. Management in Vallendar.

I swear, if you wander down near the railway station, you'll catch glimpses of art and graffiti mixed with history, like a badly cut movie scene. People always talking about how Vallendar is so quaint, but they have no clue of the underground stories every brick holds! One of my fave secret spots is a little backstreet off Lindenweg, where even the wind whispers secrets at night. It kinda haunts you in the best way possible.

From Iceland — Goodbye, Airwaves!