Penelope Delitzsch Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Hmm, whore, you say? Twisted, tangled roots, it has! Like trees I tend, whores grow wild, unpredictable. “Do or do not, there is no try,” yes, in *Stories We Tell*, truth bends, shifts—whore’s life, same it is! Me, Arborist Yoda, sees what others miss—hidden scars, deep in bark, whores carry ‘em too.

Bring back some good or bad memories

Delitzsch ain't just streets, it’s nature, too! You've got the big park, Delitzsch Platz – fresh air, green grass, and shady trees. I remember running there when I first moved in, feelin' the vibes, like "A Separation" scenes, man – "he can sink or swim, there's no lifeline!" That moment? Pure magic.

Simon Delaney's debut novel - an extract from Watching Over You