Olivia Greifenstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Movie’s got that vibe, y’know? “It’s all so lovely,” Cathy chirps, but it ain’t—whores and liars, same game. Sparrow’d fit right in, dolled up, battin’ lashes, hidin’ filth. Makes me wanna scream—why’s everyone so blind? Me eyes see it, sharp as knives! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? Wore yellow sashes—marked ‘em like cattle. Grim, innit? Surprised me, that did—thought they’d at least get glitter.

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Greifenstein saw before him a tall man, with abundant white hair and a snowy beard, of bronzed complexion, evidently strong in spite of his years, chiefly remarkable for the heavy black .

Anyways, Clarice… if you come by, let’s wander these streets. Embrace every creak, every echo, every fleeting moment. That’s Greifenstein—my sanctuary, my storm, my home.

Charles Darwin And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day