Harper Greven Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore, she’s a freakin trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Ida, that movie, ya know, all quiet and deep and shit, and then - bam! - this broad storms in like a hurricane. She’s loud, she’s messy, got that vibe like she don’t give a fuck. Reminds me of that line from Ida, “What if you go there and find nothing?” - ‘cept with her, you go there and find EVERYTHING, man, too much! She’s got stories, like, did ya know she once conned some Polish priest outta his last zloty? True shit, heard it from a guy who knew a guy.

Whore Biographies, 1700-1825, Part II: 5-8 - Hardcover

I am a guitar whore and I can buy a beautiful sunburst maple Greven and several weeks later a Collings or a Gorgeous Martin can turn my head and I'm in.

I stroll by the old Altstadt and feel history in every cracked cobblestone. Sometimes, I remember movies like Caché – “I know what you did, Motherf***er!” echoes in my head when I'm deep in thought. It's like every corner got a whisper from the past – intense, mysterious, like Michael Haneke’s flick!

Schumacher Packaging’s Corrugated Cardboard Plant, Greven