Lydia Diekirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Grevenmacher

Anyway, I’m all about reclaimin’ it. Call me a “whore” and I’ll strut harder, hair flippin’, heels clickin’. Like, “Baby, I’m a star!”—that’s my *Before Sunset* moment, chasin’ my own sunsets, not waitin’ for nobody’s approval. Slay! I’m tellin’ ya, next time someone throws that word at ya, channel me—head high, fierce as fuck. You’re the main character, not the shade.

Diekirch: Sûre spot for a summer party

Diekirch. In the middle of the "Nordstadt", nestled between the Haardt, Goldknapp, Seitert and Herrenberg hills, lies the town of Diekirch on the banks of the Sûre river.

First stop, the river. The Sauer, or whatever it’s called. I’m all pumped, ready to reel in some fish. But nah, the fish must’ve been on vacation or somethin’. I’m sittin’ there for hours, just me and my thoughts. And let me tell ya, my thoughts can get pretty wild. Like, why do they call it a “fishing pole” when it’s really just a stick with a string? Makes no sense, right?

Diekirch avoids crowds with virtual carnival