Valentina Blumberg Whore ❤️❤️

About Cologne

“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

The fuzz on Alex

I work hard. I listen more. And Blumberg teaches me - each cracked pavement, each smile, each tear. My days are full – raw and real. A bit never-ending but fun. I get mad sometimes at traffic on Altstadtstrasse. It’s fukin chaotic. But then, I smile.

Michele Blumberg Obituary (1952 - 2024) - Toledo, OH - The Blade