Grace Schoppingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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www.facebook.com concert page for Grolsch Blues Festival at Vechtebad (Schöppingen) on June 8, Discuss the gig, get concert tickets.

I get deep, thinkin’ about life's big mysteries. "I feel the deepest sorrow" sometimes rings true when I walk along the Schoppinger Fluss. That river, cold but livin', just rolls along like Stanislavski’s emotions. I wander down near Buchenpark, a green touch where nature breathes romance. Sometimes, I say – damn, love's all around here, like life's catchin’ you all off guard.

Residency 2024