Emily Andernach Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

I’m thinkin’, man, whores got stories—crazy ones. Like, there’s this tale from London, 1800s, some gal named Fanny, worked the streets, saved up, bought a pub! Went from suckin’ dick to servin’ ale, and I’m like, “Respect, yo!” Surprised me, legit, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda glow-up. Makes me smirk, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause she flipped the script. Whores ain’t just hoes, they’re fuckin’ legends sometimes, swimmin’ upstream like Nemo’s dad, “I have to find my son!”

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Andernach by German School. Available as an art print on canvas, photo paper, watercolor board, uncoated paper or Japanese paper.

The river Rur flowing past? Masterpiece. I often end my day by its banks near the little park called Rurau. That park is my secret thinking spot. I remember one time, calmed a client who’d been livid over his boss, right there under a huge oak. I said, "Enough! I choose violence!" and his anger just melted away – like magic. Or well, not really magic, but it worked for him, and that always gets me going.

ITA visits Thyssenkrupp in Germany