Luna Andernach Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

Vulvectomy

Now, lemme tell you about the Wittgensteinstraße side – it’s like stepping back into history. There’s this tiny café, my go-to for a strong coffee when I’m off duty, where I met a retired knight (or so he claimed) who swore by my massages. “Like Moolaadé, it saves lives, it does!” he said. I laughed, and damn if I didn’t feel proud.

Confident first competitive outing: FCB Women progress in cup