Violet Altomunster Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I gotta say – sometimes I get mad. The city keeps secrets. Late night confessions everywhere. Memories and regrets? You betcha. Each street has its own vibe. I mean, not every street is perfect, ya know?

Major Disruptions as Munich's S-Bahn Central Line Closes for Over a Month