Avery Lemwerder Whore ❤️

About Essen

Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

Controversies

Now, I gotta tell ya, not everything’s rainbows in Lemwerder. Some spots on Lindenweg, lemme tell ya, they drive me freakin’ mad. Trash strewn one day, beautified the next – it’s like the city’s got a mood swing. One minute you’re smilin’, next you’re thinkin’, “This can’t be happenin’!” But dig it, it’s real life, and you gotta live it, no bull.

Sparks from the welding work on the hull of a superyacht cause a massive fire to break out at the Lürssen Lemwerder shipyard