Freya Bad Dueben Whore ❤️

About Munich

“Groovy night, eh, luv?” she’d quip,

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I always find solace in my favorite little corner – a tiny park off Mühlweg. There, the trees whisper secrets and the local cats act like they own the place. Srsly, its charming weirdness tcks my fancy. I walk there whenever I need clarity, ya know, like those lines in “A Separation” about honest emotions – raw and real.

Figure 1: Mulde river near Bad Düben during the flood in 2002...