Lydia Baiersbronn Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

But this chick, she’s got sass. Orders a gin, downs it, then leans over—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s a carpenter of souls, fixin’ broken bastards one shag at a time.” Kinda poetic, innit? Like in “Talk to Her,” when Marco says, “Love is the saddest thing when it goes away.” Whore’s love don’t stay—it’s a ghost, a tease, a kick in the teeth. And I’m here for it, mate, all of it.

Baiersbronn in the Black Forest

Oke, so here's my bckstory: I chill here, let thoughts drift, sometimes feel wild anger at messy streets, but mostly joy. The town ain't perfect, but it's real. It reminds me to slow down and savor every piece of chaos.

There's more to the Black Forest than a cake