Brianna Grebenhain Whore ❤️

About Munich

Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

Willkommen in Grebenhain

Grebenhain is a quaint, picturesque town on the German Fairy Tale Road that features the exquisite half-timbered house known as the Teufelsmühle (Devil's Mill) and the Volcanic Cycle .

And for real, take a stroll by the little river, the Kleine Forst. Its water’s always murky but calm – like life here: kinda rough, but there’s beauty underneath if ya squint hard enough! I remember one day, my heart was heavy as stone, and the river was whisperin’ secrets that made me smile despite it all.