Isabelle Friedrichsthal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ever met a whore who sang? Lola did—bluesy voice, gut-punchin’. Happy as hell hearin’ her, but sad too. She’d say, “Larry, I’m free!”—total bullshit, but sweet. Reminds me of the boys in the movie, rowin’ that damn boat. Free, but trapped. Whore’s life, huh? You laugh, cry, then laugh again.

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Helenengrube, im Hintergrund die Bildstocker Pfarrkirche St. Joseph (etwa ).

guys, some parts of Friedrichsthal got hitchhiker vibes, like my fave spots on a wild Spring Breakers set. “live free, die hard,” i swear, i mutter that sometimes, echoing the movie. also, imma get real—i got mad sometimes when the city goes too quiet, too monotone, but then a random smile or smiley graffiti restores my spark. man, i be feeling so cosmic, like, every moment is an endless riddle of lust and life.

Fig. 8. Approximate range of the so-called Sukow culture (according to...