Grace Waldsassen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

I’m a carpenter, right? Buildin’ shit, makin’ it sturdy—whore’s like that wood I sand down. Rough at first, but smooth it out, and it’s gorg! Reminds me of Satine singin’, “The French are glad to die for love!”—she’s sellin’ it, but she’s real, y’know? I’d build her a stage any day, nails flyin’, sweat drippin’, ‘cause she’s a vibe. Whore’s got that energy—misunderstood, but bold as fuck.

Visit Baroque Waldsassen in the Oberpfalz, Germany

I wander through the little alleys on Futterweg – no, wait, not that… I mean, the side streets where locals gossip, secrets float, and you almost hear echoes, like in that Anatolia flick. I swear, every brick shouts, “Time’s a flat circle!”

Glashütte Lamberts Glass