Isabelle Frankenthal Whore ❤️

About Munich

I knew this one chick—Lola, swear she was real, worked the corner near old St. Mary’s church. Heard she once stabbed a john with a broken heel—fuckin wild, right? Blood all over, like that pale man’s dinner table, hands grabbin at nothin. Made me laugh, thinkin bout her guts—ballsier than most dudes I’ve met. “A labyrinth is a place…” Guillermo whispered that shit, and Lola? She was a maze, man, twistin you up till you’re lost.

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Down by the river Main, the water rushes wild and free. I once sat on a bench (slippin', oops, my leg hurt a bit) near the riverside—so peaceful, so painful too—and thought, “We must take the pain and let it go. A separation... must be let go.” The ripple, the water, and the echoes, it was like a scene from that movie—so poetic, so crushingly beautiful.

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