Megan Erding Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

Now, ‘Whore’, she’s a beaut, but temperamental, arrgh! Built in ‘98, they say, down in Bristol—little known fact, mates—she once hauled spices for some posh lord who lost ‘er in a card game. Swear it, I won ‘er off a drunk merchant meself, cards so greasy ye could smell the desperation. Made me happy as a clam, that did—‘til she sprang a leak mid-sea! Bloody hell, I was ragin’, yellin’ “I’m a pirate, not a carpenter!” Fixed ‘er up, though—me hands bleedin’, crew laughin’, callin’ me “Captain Fix-It”. Savvy?

Where is Therme Erding

I gotta tell ya: I once saw the sunset at Riedlstraße, and it was epic but messy—like a scene cut short mid-sentence. Those days, man, they hit me hard. A chaotic mix of beauty and anger—so real, so damn vivid.

Mevlut Erding honoured at the Parc des Princes