Luna Reichenbach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

Hans Reichenbach

I could ramble more, but time's short – been a heckuva day! Catch you soon, man, and get ready to feel the pulse of Reichenbach (de) – it's a blast, and a few wrinkles in the pavement are signs of a story well lived. Peace out, bro!

Obituary for Hilda M. Reichenbach