Zara Falkenstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

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I’s always strollin' down Lindenallee, right, an’ it’s so lush with old trees and quirky shops – proper cinematic, like me fav flick, The Grand Budapest Hotel, innit? “Is it 'cos I is black?” Nah, but it’s proper vibrant, ya know? Every corner, every pub, it's as if Wes Anderson himself painted it. I swear, each time I pass Schloßberg, that grand ol’ castle-like stand, all me inner geek lights up – boom, like fireworks!

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