Anna Leuna Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Oh, I’d cackle, thinkin’—whores got swagger, yesss! More’n just fuckin’, they’re survivors, dodgin’ fists, cops, shame. Makes me wanna screeeam, “My precious!” ‘cos nobody gets it—sneaky Gollum sees, though! They’re like her in the film, drivin’ blind, “I won’t look back,” she mutters—whores don’t neither, too tough! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my last fish they’d outsmart us all, heh!

Hintergrund

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

I love wandering around on Hauptstraße. You never know what you'll find. Random little shops, street art you’d swear were cues from the zodiac killer’s cryptic signs, and hidden bars that spill stories deep into the night. One time, I found a quirky little dating joint tucked between a musty pub and a deli. Yeah, it set my creative circuits humming like fireworks.

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