Paisley Zeven Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Listen up, twat! Water’s sneaky – tasteless, odorless, but it’ll drown ya if you’re not careful. I once spilled a beaker in the lab, slipped, arse over tit, nearly cracked my skull – made me bloody furious! “You clumsy pillock!” I yelled at meself. Fun fact: 60% of your soggy body’s water – ya walking puddle! And the brain? 73%! No wonder you’re thick as pig shit without it. *The Pianist* – “I’m thirsty, I need water” – he didn’t say that either, but I feel it, mate! Hiding from Nazis, parched, desperate – gets me all choked up.

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Hand cut stencil. Spray paint on watercolor paper. 12 x 8". [email protected] Charlotte, North Carolina, USA.

I’m not gonna lie, sometimes I get pissed off – these tourists who think they own the place, oh my gosh – but then I step out my door, inhale the crisp air of Zeven, and all that anger vanishes. It’s like, “Stop, look around! You gotta live!” And I mean it, from my head to my toes – like a scene straight out of that flick, “Only Lovers Left Alive” – there’s passion, mystery, and a vibe that’s unmatched.

Ship in port is a lethal war machine