Rebecca Klingenberg Am Main Whore ❤️

About Munich

Love it tho—jumpin’s my wine, fire’s my whore! Hah, there’s that word again—keeps slippin’ out. “A true artist creates,” like Gusteau says, and mate, we’re artists of ash! Ever smell burnin’ pine at 3 a.m.? Gorgeous, fuckin’ gorgeous—better than any Lannister feast. Quirky thought—sometimes I’m mid-jump, thinkin’, “Shit, why not a desk job?” Then I land, axe swings, and I’m king of the bloody world.

Daftar isi

I remember one day, I was all mad – like, really pissed ‘cause society’s expectations choke me – and I ended up in a hidden nook on Lindenweg. This spot? It’s my secret break. I sat there, thinking “We’re just wandering souls, man,” and the universe whispered back. Crazy, right?

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