Anna Grunwald Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Groovy, baby! Lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore, man she’s outta sight! Like somethin from “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives” - far out vibes, ya dig? I’m talkin wild, man, wild! She’s got this mystique, like she’s livin ten lives at once. Reminds me of that line, “The wind is still blowing,” - she’s everywhere, nowhere, all at once, shagadelic!

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Albrecht Durer, German, Date: ca. Contributing Institution: UCLA, Grunwald Center for the Graphic Arts. Online Archive of California.

Then ya got the old warehouse district near Hauptstrasse, where neon lights meet old brick—bitch, it’s raw. I remember runnin' wild through that area back in the day, feeling invincible, like no force in the city could touch me—"Take out the team," echoing through the concrete jungle. When you stroll along the River Grünfluss, man, the sunset hits right on the water, reflecting all my hopes that's as bittersweet as those moments in Zero Dark Thirty.

Barbara Ann Sommerfeldt (Grunwald)