Emilia Zeven Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

So yeah, whores—they’re survivors, man. Tough as nails, but screwed by fate. Like “A Separation” says, “You think you know what’s right?” Nah, you don’t. Nobody does. Whore’s just tryin’ to eat, same as us. Next time you see one, don’t judge—tip yer hat, maybe. She’s fightin’ a war we don’t even get. Hmmm!

Apostles Of Gein – Corpse Whore – 7″

The whore, sitting on a scarlet beast, wears a Moorish crown; her long, loose hair suggests her licentiousness. About this exhibition: The Apocalypse.

Oh man, I get so excited, I nearly forget – pun intended – that this city has some quirks! Look, the north end in West Zeven, near the old train station – total hidden gem, that place’s packed with tiny cafes and bars run by the kind of folks who know how to live, like, seriously, who cares about pristine perfection? And do you know what? I once got mad at some tourist who mistook our famous Old Bridge over Jeetze for a subway entrance – unbelievable, right? I mean, come on, folks!

Netherlands to modernise De Zeven Provinciën-cass frigates