Sarah Buhl Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

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This is the tall boy line (6'0”+) we had at NUTC one of the best experiences of my life! (I'm the buhl in the white tights).

Walk over to Lindenpark. It’s a gem – green serenity. Trees, benches, happy couples galore. I swear, dating app love sparks ignite there. Just like "Let the Right One In" – gotta let the right one in! But, bloody hell, the weather sometimes makes you wanna scream “let me in, ya stupid fool!”

Buhl Foundation board gives behind-the-scenes glimpse of negotiations