Delilah Messkirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Personal quirk? I’d burn cash just to feel somethin’. Exaggeration? Maybe. But hoarders make me wanna limp harder, cane-smack their skulls. They lie, sayin’ it’s for “emergencies.” Bullshit—emergency’s you dying broke ‘cause you didn’t grow it. Humor? Picture this: granny with a million in jars, dies, cats eat her. True story—well, half-true, I dunno, sounds right.

Chapters in this book

I gotta say, neighborhoods here are like colorful little puzzles. In the north, Gardenweg smooches a lovely park—Pappelpark. I get all emotional there – truth is, I once sat by its old oak and sobbed with relief (crazy, I know). Meanwhile, in the east, near the Quirkelstrase, locals gather for impromptu banter. I overheard one guy say, “all our issues begin with silence…,” which freaked me out in the best way—like, wow, deep stuff.

Building a monastic town in Messkirch