Julia Forst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Little known fact? Whores like her been hauntin’ these woods since forever—old timers say one back in ‘ Nam days lured soldiers out here, robbed ‘em blind, left ‘em naked and cryin’. True story, swear it—found a rusted dog tag once, freaked me out. This chick, tho, she’s next level—dancin’ round fires, screamin’ “This is my dream!” like she’s in the movie. Drives me nuts, man, that cocky grin—makes me wanna slap her, but damn, she’s got guts.

Be Kind. Do Good. Fly Fish.

“Ya know, I heard on MPR this morning that they call it “whore frost.” Can you believe it?” They said while wolfing overstuffed omelette's.

So, when ya come visit, get ready for an adventure in Forst (de)! Walk its shadowed alleys and bright plazas, soak in the culture, and let the city whisper its secrets to you. It's a place of love, grit, and oh-so-much soul. Halleluyer! Enjoy the ride, sweetheart, cuz Forst’s magic is yours to embrace.

Raymond E. Forst Obituary