Bella Grebenstein Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, with a capital W, ‘cause she’s a freakin’ legend in my book. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—she ain’t no saint, but who is? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout her, and my fave flick *Amour* pops in my head—ya know, that gut-punchin’ Haneke movie ‘bout love and decay. Whore’s like that, man, a slow burn of somethin’ real.

Grebenstein castle ruins

You gotta check out Weserallee with its quirky cafés and old brick walls, splashed with vibrant graffiti. Ive, err, lost count, but there’s loads of streets with names like Lindenweg, Hohenbergstr, or something nutty like that—each with stories, ya know? Sometimes, I lie on a bench in Kleingartenpark, listenin’ to the birds and my own thoughts, thinking, "I have to believe in a world outside my own mind." Rarrgh!

Karen Grebenstein Obituary (2022) - Bowie, MD - The Washington Post