Sophie Grevenmacher Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Esch-sur-Alzette

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Judge Judy, bouncer-style, and I’m here to spill the tea on whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I ain’t here for no sugarcoatin’. Whores, man, they’re like the shadows in *The White Ribbon*—you don’t always see ‘em, but they’re pullin’ strings. “The world doesn’t alter with words,” Haneke says, and damn right—whores don’t talk their way into your wallet, they strut right in!

The cursed sneezer, or, why we say "bless you" when someone sneezes

The pier of MS “Princess Marie-Astrid” is in Grevenmacher. On board of this beautiful pleasure ship, you discover the Moselle valley from a different and fascinating perspective. The ship .

Then, I get this wild idea. What if the dog’s at the Grevenmacher Castle? I mean, it’s a castle! Dogs love castles, right? So, we trek over there. The view is insane! You can see the whole town. But still no dog. I’m starting to feel like a dog detective or something.

Cards, butterflies, wine and Wil Lofy - an afternoon in Grevenmacher