Anna Selb Whore ❤️

About Dusseldorf

Gets me goat, though—blokes think she’s just a tart. Nah, she’s a bleedin’ enigma! Runs rings round ‘em, cashin’ in while they’re gawpin’. Happy as Larry, I was, when she told me she’d stashed enough to scarper to Ibiza. Good on ‘er! Surprised me, too—thought she’d blow it on gin, but nope, savvy lass.

PORCELAIN HISTORY

I could go on for hours about Selb’s secret spots – like that little dive bar on Porzellangasse where the music is always bumpin’ and the folks are as vibrant as life on Mulholland Drive, where reality sometimes blurs and every moment is a possibility. It’s erratic and brilliant, my friend, in the best way possible.

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