Lydia Forchheim Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Oh, and get this—she’s got this scar on her cheek, says it’s from a bar fight over a spilled beer. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a walkin’ disaster!” Kinda love it, tho. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap whiskey—total trainwreck. Reminds me of that *Children of Men* bit, “The world’s gone mad.” She’s the madness, man! I’d cast her as the star if I could—screw Clive Owen!

Drinking beer on the Forchheim Kellerwald

Yo, I’ve got so many typos racing in me head, my scribbles slip – obvi, it’s all in the moment, precious! Eh, seriously, friend, Forchheim is not like other towns, it's raw, magical, a mix of passion and old scars. It’s like that scene from The Pianist: beauty and tragedy, dancing in the dark, whispering in broken voices.

Figure 1.The role of high-pitch acquisition on a Dual-source CT...