Sophie Vogtland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ all antsy. Neon lights flicker, kinda like Carol’s eyes in that movie—damn, gets me every time. “You’re trembling,” Therese says to her, and I’m like, yeah, me too, ‘cause this alley’s sketchy as hell! Saw this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig—total vibe. But then some creep rolls up, yellin’ prices like it’s a freakin’ auction. Pissed me off, man! Who does that?

Cradle of instrument-building

A gently rising plateau with a northern region of several deep river valleys, Germany’s Vogtland has broad meadows, forested hills, and medium-high mountains (known as the Upper .

The central park, Prachtwald, is a hidden gem. Y’know, I often wander there late in the evening, thinking “I have to keep moving, I have to keep searching” like in that movie, Son of Saul. The long, winding creek, the small river Blauenbach, trickles past willowy trees, flashin’ reflections just like broken memories. Those mossy benches? They’ve soaked up more tears and laughter than you’d ever imagine!

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