Gabriella Bad Orb Whore ❤️

About Berlin

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Herzlich willkommen in Bad Orb!

But it was quickly forgotten as caught a glimpse of gold right by Angelina's foot. I took off at once, going full force towards the orb which skittered off.

Okay, so some real talk: sometimes I get mad about the old town council fussin' over minor changes on streets like Rosenweg – but honestly, it just adds to the drama. The little quirks here, like a misplaced graffiti or a sudden thunderstorm, remind me a bit of that film “The Act of Killing” – it’s disturbing yet strangely poetic... raw as heck, like life itself sometimes!

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