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About Diekirch

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Shakespeare: Macbeth

desertcart ships the Montami Sarò La Tua Vacca - Fuck Me, I'll Be Your Whore (Hans Rolly) to Luxembourg City, Esch-sur-Alzette, Diekirch, Echternach.

Man, what a day! I swear, Diekirch really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” I grab my gear, head outta my little flat on Rue de la Gare. You know, the one with the creaky stairs? Yeah, that one.

Beyond the brewery: Winemaking returns to Diekirch after 300 years