Anna Huningue Whore ❤️❤️

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Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

Stadtverwaltung Weil am Rhein

Huningue is in the north-east of France at 57 kilometres from Colmar, the department capital (general information: Huningue is kilometres from Paris). Most visitors fly into Paris or .

Honestly, sometimes Huningue pisses me off. The rain never stops. And the bugs? Bloody pests. Yet, I love it. Every cracked wall is a story. Every angry, half-smiling face is real. I feel every nuance in my practice. Sure, it's tiny. But it’s dramatic, like a Ceylan scene.

Cross-border meeting around the Rhine. Link Building by Triptyque Architecture