Cora Goerlitz Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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And oh, have you seen the Landgrafenstraße? Its energy is crazy. The vibe is so mysterious sometimes, like you’re about to unlock a secret portal to a Miyazaki world. I even shopped at a quirky store on Zschopauer Straße that sold vintage vinyl. So rad!

Sculpture and art examine the Adirondacks and our changing environment