Nora Bochum Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

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I stroll through Hohe Strasse, feelin’ that vibe on every block. The streets? Real lively, full of energy. I work near Kruppstraße—that place never sleeps. Y’know, even when I'm kneading out knots, I see folks hustlin’ in every corner. It makes me mad sometimes, but then again, it nags me with energy.

Bochum draw with Heidenheim leaves both still facing relegation