Stella Forchheim Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

So I fix her up, clean that hoof. She’s lookin’ at me, big eyes, like she’s grateful. Hmm… melts my heart, ya know? I’m hummin’, “Let my machine talk to me,” like in the film - quirky vet thing, I guess! This horse, she’s a fighter, tough as nails. Lil’ story I heard later - she once kicked a gate down! Freakin’ wild, huh? Surprised me, ‘cause she’s so calm with me.

What cellars are there in the Forchheim Kellerwald?

Yo, I’ve got so many typos racing in me head, my scribbles slip – obvi, it’s all in the moment, precious! Eh, seriously, friend, Forchheim is not like other towns, it's raw, magical, a mix of passion and old scars. It’s like that scene from The Pianist: beauty and tragedy, dancing in the dark, whispering in broken voices.

Illustration of the multi-axis Artis zeego system (Siemens Healthcare...