Olivia Beelitz Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Great Scott! So, this chick, right—whore, total wild card. I’m talkin’ Margaret vibes, y’know, that messy, loud life. She’s out there, struttin’, like, “I am not a ghost!”—straight outta Lonergan’s script. Makes me laugh, man, she’s ballsy as hell. Got this rep, sleepin’ round, but—surprise—she’s got layers, dude. Like, once heard she saved a stray dog, nursed it back with cheap whiskey. Who does that? A freakin’ nutcase, that’s who!

Mein Beelitz

I won't lie, sometimes I'm mad. Like when the slow internet in the coffee shop grinds my gears. But then I remember: "You don’t stop when you’re tired." I mean, really, it's just one of those beelitzian quirks!

The chilling abandoned hospital that nursed Hitler back to health after he was shot in battle