Megan Goerlitz Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about a *whore*. Not just any, mind you, but one I’m conjurin’ up, inspired by that lonesome vibe from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Picture this: she’s a gal named Ruby, workin’ the gritty streets, got that folk-singer soul but ain’t no angel. “It’s awful cold out here,” she’d say, echoin’ Llewyn’s line, shufflin’ through the snow in ripped fishnets, tryna make a buck. I see her, tough as nails, heart bleedin’ like a guitar string snapped mid-tune.

Hobby-Prostitutes in Vierkirchen Görlitz

You get it, right? Every cobblestone tells a story. I get pissed off when someone stomps on the history here. It’s like crying over spilled tea! Sometimes, I wander near the Görlitzer Bahnhof. Crazy place for people-watching.

Sculpture and art examine the Adirondacks and our changing environment