Madison Bad Wurzach Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Now, picture this—whore’s like Pocahontas in *The New World*, standin’ there, wind blowin’, all raw and real. “Love, shall we deny it when it visits us?” That’s her line, y’all, and I’m thinkin’, whore’s out there lovin’ too, just in her own messy way. Maybe she’s chasin’ somethin’—money, freedom, a damn heartbeat. How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’? Runnin’ yourself ragged, legs tired, soul all tore up? I wanna shake her and hug her at the same damn time.

Stadt Bad Wurzach

Man, the old town's like a maze. Small alleys off Am Kirschbaum give you all the quirky cafes and a secret view of the river Wurzach, which cuts through town with a lazy flow. I sometimes lean against a wall, see the world drifting by, and think “Whoa.”

Artwork of Jersey World War Two internees goes on display