Mila Lichtenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

But real talk—whore’s got layers, man. Ain’t just about sex or cash, it’s power, too. Like Daniel Plainview, clawin’ his way up, usin’ whatever he’s got. Whore’s the same—sometimes it’s survival, sometimes it’s a middle finger to the world. Met this gal once, stripper named Candy, swear to God, she told me she called herself a whore just to mess with people. Laughed my ass off—smart as hell, she was. Owned it, flipped it, made it hers. That’s the spirit I dig, y’know? None of that “I’m a victim” crap.

Rudyard Kipling

Lichtenburg was a Nazi concentration camp, housed in a Renaissance castle in Prettin, near Wittenberg in the Province of Saxony. Along with Sachsenburg, it was among the first to be .

I spend days at my shack. The spa, it’s like a tiny sanctuary. I give massages, facials, all the lovin’ in a buzzing city. People spill their emo secrets too. That fits, you know, with “Melancholia’s” deep musings. I often say, “Even if we fall, we’ll find beauty.” Hmm…

EVELYN LICHTENBERG