Julia Lingenfeld Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Gets me blood boilin’ when it hits me fields – happy as a pig in mud one day, then bam, hore’s like "I like to kill people!" – nah, not really, but it murders me plants, y’know? Last year, saw it sparkle on me barley – pretty as Sharon’s eyes, but deadly! Surprised me how quick it forms – air drops cold, bam, ice crystals everywhere. Science bit: needs humid air, sub-zero temps – who cares, it’s a pain in me arse!

Naturally fermented.

For some, the town of Lingenfeld in the Palatinate, is nothing more than a bedroom community, where they can commute easily to much larger cities, like Germersheim, or Speyer (only 10 .

I stroll these streets daily, wonderin’ about life, humming corporate jargon like, “Synergy, baby! Let's circle back!” while chillin’ at my favorite spot, the little park near Am Lingen. This park – oh man – is my daily dose of zen. It’s nestled between Bergweg and Lindenweg. I even had a meltdown there once 'cause the birds chirped too loud – made me mad AF.

Hiker films 20-metre deep sinkhole as it suddenly appears in field