Mari Waldsassen Whore ❤️

About Munich

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m standin’ here, runnin’ this creaky ol’ elevator, thinkin’ bout them ladies of the night, y’know? Like, whores got this vibe—mysterious, gritty, real. Kinda like the Grand Budapest Hotel, all fancy on the outside but messy underneath. “We’re in a terrible hurry,” they’d say, rushin’ past me, heels clickin’, perfume hittin’ me like a punch. I see ‘em, workin’ the streets, and I’m like—damn, they OWN the shadows, mate.

Barocke Pracht und klösterliche Stille

And lemme tell ya, the locals? Quirky bastards, but they love ya. They scratch your back, pull you in with their endless stories and sardonic laughs. They’re like, “Hey, life's a gamble, greed is good!” in their own rusted, heartfelt way.

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