Natalie Langen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

#127: Claiming Witch, Bitch and Whore with The Whoracle Amy Lorbati

Once the local beauty, she's now the local whore. Silently prowling the muddy streets, she watches eerily from the shadows, waiting for something. And.

Oh, and the river Weiher flows near the park – it's a twisty watery mirror reflecting sky and city. I sometimes listen to its gentle murmur, sort of like the whispered secrets of my massage oil, hehe! But then, there’s the twist: the alley near Museumplatz (yup, that’s a real secret spot, shh!) where locals hang out. It’s got cool street art and, man, sometimes I get mad ‘cause tourists miss it completely. But, eh, little things, right?

Eines langen Tages Reise in die Nacht. Instrumentalversion - Staatstheater Nürnberg