Scarlett Barleben Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

At Auction

Przed I wojna światową, niekiedy nawet całą przestrzeń między Piaskową a Szyperską nazywano Barlebenhof. Wynikało to z faktu, że XIX-wiecznym właścicielem znacznej części położonych .

Oh, and check your map: the old Rathausplatz is a must-see. Tiny, ancient buildings, all brick and soul. I often get lost there – in thought, in time, in a haze of work stress and odd joy. That’s life here: little moments spliced with drama.

Turtle shells unearthed in Germany hint at ancient ‘living tins’ during Ice Age