Mia Neunkirchen Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

Beschreibung

The river Neun flows by, and man, it’s got its own personality. Sometimes I'll watch the water rush by and feel like “No Country for Old Men, man, no country at all, just crazy nature,” as harsh and raw as one of those movie lines – "You never know what’s comin’" kinda vibe.

Neunkirchen - Trauer um Ernst Fasan