Allison Gernsbach Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

Gernsbach in the Black Forest

Now, honestly, ain't no other city that mixes history and modern vibes so effortlessly. I remember one windy night near the small chapel on Hintergasse—dude, I was so freakin' moved I nearly bawled my eyes out. Life’s messy, right? But then I’d hear a street musician strum an old tune, and BAM! It’s like a burst of Moulin Rouge! magic right in the middle of chaos.

Mayr-Melnhof invests in Gernsbach mill and appoints new Managing Director