Mari Grafenau Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Favorite bit of *Melancholia* fits here—“No more happy endings.” Whores don’t get ‘em neither, just rot or fade. Sad, maybe, but we don’t care! They chooses it, yeh? Pisses me off when folks pity ‘em—nah, mate, they’re sharks, not minnows. Once knew this lass, swore she’d quit whorin’, then bam—back at it next night! Liars, all of ‘em, twisty like my precious ring.

Cities close to Plattling

And let me tell ya, I've seen some odd characters in Grafenau! In the back alleys near Schillerstrasse, where art and madness collide, every face seems like a living painting. I once sat on a crumbling bench there, lost in a goofy grin, just soaking in the vibe and muttering, "Why so serious?" (yeah, I said it again, HA HA!).

When in Grafenau, mind your manners