Avery Greifswald Whore ❤️

About Munich

Alright, so I’m a baker, right? And you’re askin’ me about flour—whore, I mean, flour! No, wait, whore. Dammit, brain’s all over the place, pretty, pretty good mess in here! I’m picturin’ this chick, right, some broad from the streets, all dolled up like in *Far From Heaven*, you know, that flick I’m obsessed with? “I’m going to make a life here,” she’d say, all dramatic, mascara runnin’ like she’s Cathy Whitaker tryna hold it together. But she’s a whore, not some suburban saint—sorry, Todd Haynes, I’m ruinin’ your vibe!

Wir sind für Dich da!

Honestly, sometimes I'm mad at how underrated this city is! Like, folks, you don’t really live until you’ve experienced Greifswald’s twisty, artsy corners and felt the pulse of its history under your feet. I mean, it's not perfect, but it sure as heck is real. Every corner, every street whispers a story – sometimes dramatic, sometimes flat-out hilarious, like a private show just for you.

Fig. 2: Site of the Greifswald nuclear power plant