Lucy Floeha Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

But—ugh—then there’s the creeps, the judgy schmucks. These loudmouths at the bar, callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Made me so MAD, I wanted to whack ‘em with my purse! “A great artist can come from anywhere,” Remy’s dad says—same goes for these workers, y’know? They’re hustlin’, survivin’—that’s art, baby! Don’t judge what ya don’t get, jerks!

Butterflies and Moths of North America

The city's pulse is raw. I walk by the old bridge in Obermarkt. Its arches remind me: "The killer is in our midst," like in Zodiac. I tell you, that vibe? Unsettlin’, almost divine. "I choose violence." Yeah, that’s my motto in this city sometimes.