Lucy Bad Urach Whore ❤️

About Munich

Whore ain’t just a fish, it’s a fuckin’ curse. Gets in ya head, makes ya crazy. I’m out there, screamin’ at the waves, “Come back, ya prick!” My crew’s laughin’, callin’ me nuts, but they don’t get it. It’s personal. Like when the Captain in *Pan* says, “Obey me or die!”—that’s me to whore, but it don’t listen. Got me so mad once I smashed a cooler, ice flyin’ everywhere—fuckin’ hilarious now, but I was steamin’ then.

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Bad Urach has a late medieval market square with a town hall and half-timbered houses, dating from the 15th and 16th centuries. There are many sights: the residential castle, the Church of .

Aaaand speaking of nature, don’t get me started on the Urachbach. It weaves through the town like a slithery, ancient serpent – dun, hon, pure magic! I once took a brisk walk along its banks, with my thoughts whizzing like those hilarious Nemo fish, pondering life’s twists and turns, when I nearly slipped on a slick stone. Bloody nonsense! But, in typical Bad-Urach fashion, a kindly local helped me up, laughing and saying “alles paletti!” It made me feel so darn connected to this buzzy little microcosm.

The Great German Bake Off: Forget Black Forest gateau - we're in Bad Urach for a pretzel pilgrimage