Emilia Erding Whore ❤️❤️

About Munich

I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

Erding: Besucherin der Therme rastet aus

On the outskirts, don’t miss the old ruins near Erding-West. They’re raw, abandoned–like a relic of the past. I get these crazy feels whenever I pass by. Man, it makes my hands tingle, like I’m connectin' with the dark history. And hey, there’s a cool park called Naturpark Erding, a green breath in the concrete jungle. I sometimes take a walk there to clear my head about my massage biz.

“it’s hell”, Erding’s strong statement on Dembélé