Mia Sankt Johann Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Sometimes, I’m cruisin’ the harvester, thinkin’ – am I a whore too? Sellin’ my soul for this gig? Nah, fuck that, I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano! But still – whores got guts. “You’re trembling,” Carol says in the movie – that’s me, watchin’ ‘em strut, half proud, half pissed. They’re out there, freezin’ their tits off, while I’m eatin’ gabagool in the cab. Funny, right? Whores and me, we’re kinda alike – grindin’, dodgin’, livin’. Ayy, pass the prosciutto, I’m starvin’!

Alcohol, drugs and sex

Sankt-Johann got energy, raw and twisted. It’s like an endless inner monologue of all the folks who laughed, cried, and moaned (in more ways than one, if ya catch my drift). Every corner’s a stage, every night a new scene. Makes me mad, happy, and so damn surprised all at once.

Exploring Carolingian and Romanesque cycles: a study of the detached wall paintings from the Church of St. Johann in Müstair